A Taste of Heat
By Trynia Merin
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Bulma or Vegeta or any of the characters here. Toriyama and Funimation and Toei Animation Co Ltd. Owns them. This is a work of fan fiction and is not meant to harm the series. I only own Shandi Seltzer, a fan fiction character.
Rated M for adult situations and language.
Breakfast With the Chumps
Yamcha flinched to see Vegeta striding regally in, and taking his chair at the table.
"What are YOU looking at?" Vegeta snorted at Shandi and Yamcha. "Mind your own damn business…"
"Um… good morning, Vegeta… fancy seeing you here," Yamcha said as politely as he could.
"Whatever. Just shut up and let me eat in peace," Vegeta grunted at him. Drowning his pancakes in syrup he began to put away the first plate of food Bulma had prepared. She sat down to his left, quietly starting her own stack.
"This is… unusual… don't you usually train this time of…" Yamcha said.
"None of your business, clown," said Vegeta rudely. "Where the hell is the butter, girl?"
"Here your Crankiness," Bulma said, pushing it before him. "You should try something called COFFEE… it works MIRACLES…"
"Feh, whatever… I suppose it couldn't be any WORSE then the rest of this shit you call food," he mumbled, picking up the mug she'd given him and swigging part of it down.
"That's not… very polite…" Yamcha winced. "She does cook hard for…"
"I don't need your approval, bud," Bulma said to Yamcha, then dumped sweetener in her own coffee. Vegeta continued to put away breakfast, glaring annoyed at Yamcha and his date.
"I don't believe I've met you sir… but I'm Shandi… Shandi…"
"Humph, and I should care why?" Vegeta mumbled through a mouthful of food.
"I'm sorry if I'm," Shandi said.
"Why the hell are you apologizing for, and stop STARING at me," Vegeta snorted at Shandi.
"Well, there's no need to be a grouch I'm only being polite." she huffed.
"Do us a favor and knock it off. I'm trying to eat here…" Vegeta answered.
"Now just a damn minute!" Yamcha started.
"BOYS, no fighting in MY house!" Bulma shouted, clapping her hands. "Let's all be CIVIL… I don't want to make anyone SICK here. Let's just eat and have some peace and quiet ok?"
"You liking peace and quiet? That's funny," Yamcha commented, scarfing down another cinnamon roll. Shandi held up her hand to refuse another.
"Oh no, I'm on a diet…"
"Who cares," Vegeta mumbled. Bulma rolled her eyes dramatically and shoved a third food plate before him.
"Vegeta, you could at least TRY to be polite to her!" Yamcha sniffed. "I mean she's done NOTHING to you…"
"Why should I give a shit who you bring here?" Vegeta answered. "It's none of my damn business, so mind yours and leave me the hell alone!"
"Excuse the hell me!" Yamcha snorted.
"Guys, I'm not telling you again! Behave!" Bulma snapped. "Vegeta, you ignore him, and Yamcha, maybe it WOULD be better if you eat elsewhere…"
"It's your damn kitchen, so why the blazes not?" Vegeta answered.
"I um… think we'd better… go up to our room," said Shandi, nudging Yamcha. "Sorry to um… bother you… er…"
"You'll address me by my proper title, fools..." he answered. "Prince Vegeta of All Saiyans..."
"Uh... I've never heard of THAT country?" Shandi gasped.
"Obviously she's not the brightest crayon in the box, is she?" Vegeta whispered to Bulma.
"Nope, even though her hair looks like something out of a 64 pack of Crayolas..."
"Excuse us," Yamcha sniffed. "Obviously we're not welcome here…"
"Later," Bulma said. "Don't forget to change the sheets on the bed before you go…"
"WHAT?" Yamcha asked, flaring red. "Bulma!"
"They get REALLY ripe after a month of not changing them. And I'm NOT your personal maid service! If you're going to live here, then pull your weight for a change!"
"I ALWAYS do my laundry!" Yamcha spluttered.
"Yami… come on!" Shandi urged, grabbing his arm and tugging him away. "I think we should just leave them… alone…"
"THEM?" Yamcha spluttered.
"Come on, will you! I don't like the look that guy's giving us…" Shandi urged, dragging a protesting Yamcha out by his hand.
"Finally peace and freaking quiet," Vegeta mumbled, shoving his coffee cup towards her. She silently poured him more, and sighed dramatically.
"Stupid air head," Bulma mumbled, shaking her head. "Hope they're happy together."
"Give it a month and we'll see," Vegeta responded. "I don't know why you insist on letting him remain here… I mean what does he DO?"
"I could ask you the same thing. But at least you're doing something USEFUL," Bulma said, watching for his reaction.
"Took you long enough to figure that out," Vegeta answered with a smirk.
"Still, he DOES pay rent," said Bulma quietly.
"I'm surprised. This doesn't look like a blasted hotel…" said Vegeta. "But I suppose every Royal household needs a court jester…"
"Ha hah," Bulma stuck her tongue out at him. She felt his hand grip her wrist, and gently pull her over.
"You've got something on your mouth, you silly girl," he mumbled, and leaned over to drag a bit of syrup off her lips. He carefully licked his finger, causing Bulma's temperature to rise a few degrees.
"You're a slob too, bud," she said, reaching over to lick a bit of syrup off his face. He stiffened momentarily, then let her without pushing her away.
"Baka," he mumbled, as she licked his cheek. Dark black eyes looked at cobalt blue, and Vegeta's hands moved quickly. Soon she was sitting across his knees while he nipped her ear. With a gasp she was pressed to his muscular chest, his lips moving over hers to taste the syrup from them.
"Hey, where did THAT come from… I thought you didn't like PDAs…" she gasped, worrying that she was going to spoil whatever lapse of reason came over him. He lifted her hips, then set her so she straddled his boxer shorts clad body. Bulma felt something hard pressing, and repositioned herself so she pressed her crotch against his obvious erection.
"Who said anyone was watching, woman?" he growled into her ear. "I'm still hungry…"
"But not for food?" she winked.
"Hmm," he murmured, grabbing her chin and angling her face towards his. Bulma laughed, and chuckled as he reached into her robe with his free hand and squeezed her breast lightly. Their lips met, tongues sliding past one another. Vegeta groaned urgently, sliding his fingers into her robe to caress her. Bulma did the same, stroking his body skillfully so he felt a tingling fire rapidly growing.
"I was waiting for that damn clown and his trollop to leave, because I smelled that same smell again… as before…" Vegeta said hoarsely into her ear.
"You mean you want to… again?" she gasped. Vegeta snarled, grabbing her robe and ripping it open. She laughed with surprise and joy as he buried his face between her breasts and grabbed her hips with his hands.
"Do I look like someone who takes such things lightly?" he snorted.
"Nani?" she asked as he stood up, and wrapped her legs around his slender hips.. "But… I thought… I…"
"Accompany me to my chambers at once, and I'll show you some more discipline for doubting me…" he purred, biting her earlobe between his teeth.
"Vegeta… are you…"
"No words, just come with me woman," he growled, slapping her backside again. "Before I lose my patience with you!"
"Lead on… but what about the dishes?" she gasped as he levitated off the floor.
"Leave them for the loser to clean up. I'm going to be busy, and so will you," Vegeta said with a diabolical grin.
Bulma held onto his with her arms and legs twined around his hard muscular body. In a streak of blue ki Vegeta rocketed out of the kitchen and the back door of capsule. Laughing Bulma let a tense knot release itself as he flew her towards his quarters, across the front lawn of capsule. A small guest wing was where the GR was set up, and a nice guest bungalow that they had erected.
Vegeta carried Bulma around his hips towards the place he had inhabited next to Capsule 3. She held tightly to his torso while he rocketed through across the yard at blinding speed. An insane resolve burned through both to continue what they'd set in motion the day before. Just what day it was neither cared.
"Hold on if you know what's good for you, Bulma," Vegeta snickered.
"You JERK!" she yowled, catching him around the neck in a death grip. "Now you remember my name?"
"Your place first, now mine," Vegeta said with a flourish. The Prince came to an abrupt stop, holding a very horny Bulma trembling with the need for release. A release only he could provide. Desperately gasped when she realized she was in clear view of the house.
"Oh you bakaryarou! I'm… what if someone SEES me like this!" she berated him, pummeling him on the chest. Instead of going through the house, Vegeta had cut across the vast lawn towards the bungalow.
"Why do you think I FLEW here, genius," Vegeta snickered. She pushed him away.
"I can't believe it…" Yamcha whispered in disbelief, glancing down from the balcony of his room. Shandi laughed and pointed down at them, causing Bulma to squeal.
"Ohh I'm going to GET you for that!" she shrieked, turning her head. Gathering the halves of her robe around her, she realized to her horror that Yamcha was getting an eyeful of her with Vegeta in a compromising embrace.
"Why so shy, woman. Someone would think you had something worth hiding?" he teased. Then he glanced past her hair to see they had spectators. Vegeta scooped her up in his arms, locking her front to his sweaty chest with a pair of gloved hands.
"Bastard!" she screamed. "Someone's STARING at us!"
"What the DEVIL do you think you're looking at, dumb ass! Mind your own Dende damned business you reject!" Vegeta yelled up, turning with his back to Yamcha and Shandi gaping at the couple. Bulma shivered in extreme discomfort as Vegeta blocked Yamcha's view of her in her nightgown with his broad chest and muscular back.
"Holy HELL he's… built," gasped Shandi, drooling at the sight of the Prince's muscular form clad only in a pair of black boxer shorts.
"Shandi! HEY stop STARING!" Yamcha yelped, grabbing her and clapping his eyes over her face.
"Like what you see, you little trollop?" Vegeta snickered, leering at her.
"Meow, what an ass," Shandi gasped. "He'd be a natural for Chippendales, although his legs are a bit short..."
"Shandi honey, don't look at him like that it's RUDE to stare!" Yamcha groaned.
"Vegeta, what the HELL Are you doing?" Bulma growled, burying her flushed face in his neck. "I'm so gonna kill you!"
"Go get your cheap thrills someplace else, you loser! This isn't Idsarsei 7!" Vegeta taunted Yamcha who was burning with jealousy. Raising his palm he generated a ball of ki that crackled ominously. Shandi squealed in fear, pointing to Yamcha.
"What's he doing... how can he... that's... like lightening!" she screamed.
"I mean it. BEAT it, or else I rid this house of one more waste of skin!" Vegeta yelled. "You haven't seen anything, and you'd better turn and look the other way while you're still lucky enough to BREATHE! I don't like people prying their noses into my personal business so SCRAM!"
"YIEEE! We're not here! We never saw you!" Yamcha gasped, grabbing his girlfriend and zipping back into the house.
"Oh god I'm NOT here…" Bulma whimpered, flushing with embarrassment.
"Humph, stupid weaklings," Vegeta snorted, carrying an extremely mortified Bulma in his arms. He let the door slam behind him.
"I'm NOT here. That did JUST not happen…" Bulma groaned.
"Some idiots don't know to mind their own business. Now where we were before we were so rudely interrupted Woman?" Vegeta asked.
"Put me down you pervert!" she snapped, beating on his back.
"Ungrateful brat, that's the thanks I get for protecting your virtue. For shame!" Vegeta scolded, throwing her onto the expanse of the generous queen sized bed as he walked into the bedroom of his bungalow. Angrily Bulma gathered the sheets around her, trying to shield herself from him.
"You're gonna GET it for that, bud! I'm NOT going to be with someone that has such a sick sense of humor! You WANTED to have Yamcha see me! Just to get BACK at him…"
"What are you babbling about, Woman?" Vegeta snorted, turning to her with a look of extreme annoyance.
"I bet you planned the whole thing…"
"Bulma, shut up and come here," Vegeta snorted, crawling onto the bed and inching his way towards her.
"I hate you! I can't believe you'd let Yamcha see me with you and flaunt it in his face… just to show off! I'm not some damn trophy!" Bulma yelled at him. Vegeta blinked at her in total confusion.
"Bulma, what's wrong? Aren't you in the mood?" Vegeta asked, reaching out a hand to pull her sheet away. She slapped his hand angrily, inching backwards till she could go no further.
"Just… leave me alone you sicko!" she sobbed.
"Bulma what is your problem?" Vegeta asked, softening his tone in confusion.
"I can't believe this... I thought you were different... but you're just the same as all the other men who've..." she gasped.
"I thought you wanted to… engage in physical interaction with me. What the hell changed your mind…" Vegeta demanded.
"When you made me some damn trophy to brag about in front of my ex boyfriend that's what!" Bulma sniffled. Vegeta backed away, growling in anger. He leapt off the bed with a frustrated snort, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Are you INSANE?" Vegeta yelled angrily, wheeling on her. "Since WHEN would a Prince do something THAT despicable! How DARE you insinuate that I'm using something like THIS to…"
"Wait…you mean you didn't know he'd see us?" Bulma asked.
"Stupid idiotic brainless fool!" Vegeta ranted, balling his fists. "I can't BELIEVE you'd think I'd be so ridiculous to treat you in such a vulgar manner…"
"Vegeta… I didn't realize. I'm sorry…" She gasped, hitching the sheet around her body. Vegeta stormed out of the room, obviously pissed beyond belief.
"Why I bother to waste my time on a low class ingrate… how DARE you!" Vegeta ranted.
"Hey Vegeta WAIT! I'm sorry! I didn't realize…" Bulma cried, rushing through the door. She tripped headlong on the sheet, yelping in pain as she crashed headlong on the floor.
"Damn it! What the BLAZES do you want now? You've made it obviously clear that you want nothing to do with…" he ranted.
"No, it's not LIKE that! Vegeta… I'm the ass. I'm wrong… just don't be pissed at me! I'm sorry!" Bulma yelled at him.
"What was that?" Vegeta asked, blinking at her as he turned his head. Seeing her tangled up in the sheets with tears in her eyes he spun around in surprise.
"I'm sorry okay! Come on you asshole I'm TRYING to apologize!" Bulma screamed.
"Do my ears deceive me… you're apologizing to me?" Vegeta sneered. "I don't want your stupid apology you ungrateful bitch…"
"No, I'm serious… I AM an idiot. Just don't be mad at me…" Bulma sniffled, glancing up at him.
"Humph," Vegeta snorted, drawing in a huge sigh. "I suppose I'll forgive you this time… for your cloth headedness. After all you are only a human… and I suppose you benefit much from interacting with a superior being. So I shall let this incident pass without retribution."
He crouched down on one knee and extended a gloved hand to her. Bulma put hers in it, and gave it a squeeze. He tugged her roughly to her feet, and snorted when he let go. Still he kept distance between them, snorting with hurt pride like a sulking child. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, Vegeta," Bulma said quietly.
"Who said I HAD feelings to hurt? Just shut up will you with that ridiculous drivel?" Vegeta growled.
"Vegeta-sama… turn around and look at me… please?" Bulma said, softening her voice to a plea.
"Ah, you infernal simpleton, if you weren't so amusing I'd," Vegeta chuffed, then winded his eyes at the sight of her letting the sheet drop off her body so her creamy white breasts were revealed, pink nipples jutting out with her excitement. Her white skin was blistered with goose pimples.
"Why don't we just try again… forget what just happened and… well… you know?" she asked, trying to put the best puppy dog look in her blue eyes. "Please your Majesty? Forgive me for being a bakka? I'll be really good…"
"Perhaps I CAN be lenient, considering the circumstances. Although you do look hideous as usual. Little wonder you were hiding behind that sheet…" he sniffed.
"Well what about you, bud?" she snickered.
"Tease," he snorted, then gave her a slow evil smirk. Bulma let the sheet drop the rest of the way to reveal her nightgown. Vegeta moved back, folding all but his pointer and middle to aim towards her. She trembled a bit, but closed her eyes to see the energy crackling.
"Humph come here Bulma," he chuckled, sending a low-grade ki blast towards her. Instead of stunning her, it cocooned her with a blue aura of matching ki. Soon her hair stood on end, fizzling with blue lightening. Slowly she rose up in the air, wrapped in Vegeta's ki envelope. The Prince raised himself up to match her, and gave her a look that showed she was forgiven for her folly. Bulma giggled at the tingling energy tickling over her bare skin. It swirled around her body like a butterfly's caress. Vegeta grinned maniacally, jerking his wrist so she spun slowly around. Her shapely flanks and tapered legs were now visible, and he drifted closer towards her vulnerable body.
"Ohhh… what are you doing, your Majesty..."
"You're completely at my mercy, girl," Vegeta purred, drifting up behind her.
"That girl SHOULD be jealous…" she whispered, tugging herself to him by gripping his shoulders. "I've got myself a real live handsome Prince Charming, and she's got my leftovers…"
"Took you THAT long to realize what you've got?" Vegeta chuckled, his laugh rumbling deeply as he opened his arms to her. With surprise she felt him crush her close to his levitating body.
"I'm really SORRY… you know, your Majesty," she whispered, blowing in his ear and turning her head to the side to kiss him.
"Stop apologizing and show me how sorry you are, Bulma," Vegeta ordered harshly.
He drifted three feet above the floor, letting Bulma wrap herself around his hard perfect body. Bulma graced his lips with another sensuous kiss. Vegeta blinked with surprise at how tender it was. Instead of demanding he finish pleasing her, she was giving him time to savor the moment he did not realize he was.
"I could stay like this forever," Bulma whispered. "I don't want to leave you..."
"No arguments although it's impractical, but who the hell cares," Vegeta grunted, burying his tongue into her lips and cutting off her next reply.
She cried out with joy at his ki permeating every cell of her body. They were bound by his blue energies, balancing the gulf of power between the mighty Saiyan Prince and the Capsule Corps heiress. Although her flesh seemed weak, her spirit blazed with intensity equal to his own.
A quick fear of being caught by Yamcha resurfaced, and she shoved her face into his shoulder to muffle it. Unfortunately she inadvertently clamped a bit of his hard flesh in the process, biting down hard. Blood seeped over her tongue, tingling with blue fire.
"Ahhhhhh BulmaAAAAAA!" he hollered, feeling the sting of her small teeth penetrating his skin. Vegeta collapsed on top of her, pushing her down to the mattress. He lay there panting, tangled into her body in the struggle to catch his breath.
"Vegeta… are you okay? Vegeta-chan?" she asked, trying to push him off her. "Oh Dende, I bit you…are you all right?"
"Mmm, just FINE woman," he groaned, then blinked at her in disbelief.
"I... didn't mean to do that..." she gasped, licking her lips and oddly finding his blood tasty.
"Didn't you mean to do that? Give me a MOMENT to pull myself together…"
"So demanding," she groaned, then gave up trying to push him away.
"You obviously DID mean to do that, because you wouldn't have DARED unless you were serious about it," Vegeta growled into her ear.
"Well maybe I DID mean it a little bit. I mean it's gonna leave one hell of a hickey, and it matches yours so fair enough," Bulma giggled.
Releasing all tension, she let her Prince deliciously press her body to the mattress. Both their hearts seemed oddly synched, and she waited a long time for the blue tingling to abate. A strange whispering came in her ears, and she fell into a deep sleep.
"Foolish woman…" Vegeta laughed quietly, then collapsed to the side. He used his last bit of strength to hold her at his side. Then he was fast asleep with her bound in his arms.
Hours later Bulma heard the crack of thunder, screaming awake from what seemed a nightmare of twisted evil. She felt strong arms restraining her, realizing that she had been dead asleep. Dreams of Freiza and androids swirled through her head, and she shivered in sweat soaked sheets. "Oh no... Dende... let me go!"
"Shut up woman, I'm trying to sleep!" Vegeta grumbled, blinking awake. He tugged her back down so she was forced to pillow her head on his chest.
"Excuse me, you grouch!" she snorted. "I guess some of us aren't USED to nightmares!"
"Mmm, just sleep. It can't be all that bad. I'm still here…" Vegeta yawned sleepily.
"How would you know?"
"You were stupid enough to sit around me when I was recovering from the GR accident, didn't you? And like a nosy busybody you must have heard the evidence of my... ordeal," he said quietly. "Not that it was any of YOUR affair then...It's nothing compared to what we'll face. So enjoy the calm before the storm…"
"What?" she asked. "Vegeta… what are you talking about?"
"Go to sleep woman," he yawned. "You'll need it…"
"Vegeta... I'm scared... it could all..."
"Of course you are, you're only a human girl. So naturally you turn to ME for protection," he sniffed. "At least you have SOME sense... although..."
"Vegeta… aren't you the LEAST bit worried that I bit you… it's going to leave a NASTY mark…" she whispered, fingering the matching bite on his shoulder.
"As if your puny teeth could hurt ME, woman," he chuckled.
"Then you're not mad?"
"Humph I suppose you have no idea what you've done then?" Vegeta asked with a smirk.
"What? I gave you a hickey cause you bit ME first! I don't believe in inequality, bud!" she asked, sitting up. He released her, and she saw a possessive gleam in his eyes.
"You'll never be rid of me, Woman. I'm going to torment you for the rest of your life," Vegeta laughed.
"Nani? What's THAT supposed to mean, wise guy?" she asked, blinking at him as she backed away.
"You bit me, baka. That means you're stuck with me, like it or not. So I have to put up with your annoying mouth the rest of my days… so I suppose I'll have some measure of fun in giving you hell in return…" he laughed deeply, almost looking pleased with himself.
"You're insane… you silly Saiyan," she chuckled awkwardly as he grinned maniacally at her. "You REALLY had me going there…"
"Deny it all you want, imbecile. But you won't ever get rid of me, no matter how much we piss each other off," Vegeta snorted, the smile fading.
"Wait just ONE minute your Royal Whyness... this makes NO sense!"
"You're supposed to be smart, if you haven't figured it out by now…" Vegeta harrumphed.
"What are you LOOKING at me like that for!" Bulma asked, thumping his chest.
"Never mind. I suppose you'll have to find out the hard way you thick headed idiot," Vegeta snorted, looking offended.
"Now HEY!" she gasped.
"Now go to sleep. I have a lot of training to do to catch up on…You'd better have breakfast for both of us tomorrow," he snorted, grabbing her and pulling her possessively to his chest. "Now sleep."
"Jerk," she snorted, but not out of anger. A million questions fluttered to life, making her wonder what he was so grouchy about. For certain he was only joking. So why did he look so offended?
"Stupid ningen. I hope I don't regret what I've done," he snorted.
"Vegeta, relax… what are you so pissed about? I had the best sex of my life…"
"Is that all you stupid humans think about? Well I suppose that you'll just have to have a good screw to shut you the hell up so we can both get some peace…"
"Now WAIT buster!" she snapped.
"Shut up woman. And sleep. I won't have my woman keeping me awake with her idle babbling…" he yawned, trapping her with his arms.
"YOUR woman?" she gasped. "Hey, Vegeta… wait!"
Her answer was only a long roaring snore. Vegeta had dropped into sleep, snaring her in his muscular arms. Whimpering she struggled to get up then gave up. Grumbling to herself she lay her head on his chest and twisted just enough so she could sleep atop him. Soon her snores joined his, as she collapsed into confused sleep.
"His woman?" she wondered, then pushed it away. She was too tired to puzzle it out. Perhaps tomorrow…
