Chapter 7
The next day Vegeta woke up with his old desire to be a super sayan renewed. He needed to take that 'damned slut' out of his head; if she wanted to throw a party and sell her body…to hell with it.
'Why am I dreaming I am mating her? Better yet, why do I care if she mates that poor excuse of a sayan!? I don't give a shit! I only need to beat Kakkarot and then blow this stupid mud ball to the next dimension!'
Vegeta then as soon as he finished his thoughts stood up from his bed and didn't even care with all the 'brushing and washing' usual in the mornings. He went straight to train.
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At the kitchen Bulma and Bunny rummaged through some flowers and more details for the party that would be held next day's evening. Everything was almost set, just some minimal details were still to be taken care of.
"Mom it's already enough! He will think we are treating him like a girl…It's supposed to be a party not a MARRIAGE!"
"I know darling, but..but..you know a par…"
"No more buts mom! Let's skip to the table details this time…"
"If you prefer it that way…"
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Mirai was still in bed wondering about the week's past events. How his future parents argued over nothing, how his mom was happy and fiery, how his father was a 'jackass' as Bulma put it and many other little things he noticed those days he never imagined could ever happen.
He still had to report to his mom via a mini computer that was installed on his pod. It consumed little energy besides he kept a spare battery for him to communicate with his mom while the pod charged properly. He could send small texts reporting some details. He then opened the capsule that held his pod which was supposed to be halfway recharged. As soon as the steam had faded away Mirai could see the pod was still uncharged; it was as if he never put it back to charging. It seemed the energy cable had suffered some kind of strange damage, as if it had melted into a pile of crushed wires.
"Great! Now how the hell am I supposed to be home?!", he said experated.
Mirai turned his head and observed the pod with more attention. The pod had an oval entrance at the top, a couch-like small seat, the control panel and a small case where he kept his little belongings. He reached for his mini computer and thankfully it had some charge.
He quickly went through the keys and sent his mom a very brief message.
'Mom the pod has a problem. I'll ask for help. Don't know when I'll be back. Love u.'
Not only did he have to worry about his mom, he had to worry with his two mothers. Not that he didn't like his past mother, but she was a little too much sometimes, always curious and ready for 'fun', as she openly put it. She was adoring, yes, still way too happy. 'Maybe she can help me fix this…at least lend me the tools, I don't have any here…I need to be careful unless I want her to know more things about my mom…I mean herself.'
"Well I'll ask her to have a look at it anyways…"
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xxx at the GR xxx
Vegeta trained as crazy blowing his ki beams at the bolts Bulma made. They were made not a long time ago, still they already looked like crap…thanks to nice and gentle Vegeta who of course 'needed his training and had to have the best facilities that mud ball of a planet was able to offer.'
Vegeta started to go on all that the woman had been doing lately…well it resumed in only a word: Mirai…much to Vegeta's distaste.
Not that he ever would admit it but he was jealous. He wanted to kill the guy, it was something natural. He couldn't stand that baka , those bakas fucking around like that! And he truly thought the best word to describe them in every way truly was fucking. In his mind the only logical thing that could make a men drool over a stupid female was sex. That narrow minded Vegeta!
He wasn't paying as much attention to his surroundings as he was to his thoughts.
His last ki beam touched the pod and after that was sent straight towards his direction, only to hit his right shoulder with some force. It only enraged him even more.
'That bitch! I can't eat in peace, sleep in peace and NOW I can't even train without having that wench in my head! She truly is a witch!'
Then he smirked evilly.
"I'll make that harpy have something truly useful to do."
His next blow was aimed to the controls of the GR.
"Oops."
Was the last thing the proud sayan said before going after the harpy.
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xxx at one of the huge CC's rooms xxx
It was a huge room that had full length mirrors on the walls as well as a huge glass door that was totally see through; you could see perfectly fine what someone was doing inside this room.
Bulma wore tight black almost spandex-like shorts and a thin white T-shirt followed by comfy sneakers, her hair was in a tall bun in order for her bangs not to bother her during the dance practice. She had the radio loudly on with a pop song, which by the way she seemed very interested in. She truly loved dancing, it was heaven.
She swung her hips seductively at the song's beat. She wouldn't let a bone alone; she would move all of them.
Then Trunks who seemed to appear out of nowhere called out for her.
Only to be ignored.
"Miss Bulma!?", he said looking at her while she danced at the far end of the glass room.
"Bulma!? Could I talk to you a minute?"
Nothing.
It was time he went there and woke her up from her own private dance floor. He then went there and reached to touch her arm.
"What the he…", she said frowning.
"Ummh sorry, I really needed to talk to you, miss…", he blushed.
"Ahh it's you Mirai, I thought it was that bastard monkey…"
'Dad's got some pretty funny names round here…gotta admit…'
"Miraiiiii…let's dance! Forget training, becoming stronger or anything related to it…Come on!"
Maybe she wished she could direct that sentence to the other guest.
Bulma then reached for her huge sound system and turned the volume even louder.
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Till we see the sunlight
TiK-ToK, on the clock
But the party don't stop,no
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
She followed dancing and what seemed like trying to make Mirai keep with the rhythm. That Kesha song was way too much for poor shy Mirai.
Bulma kept sashaying her hips around Mirai, going till the floor while dancing like a professional. Inspiration had hit her that day! Not even teachers couldn't say her little own performance wasn't half as good as any teacher's.
She used Mirai almost like a pole, he was frozen. She ran her hand lightly through his well toned body all the while dancing and rubbing her body against his. Her flushed face showed she had been dancing for a while, still she wouldn't even drink water; she wanted to dance.
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now, the party don't start until I walk in
"Come on Mirai, just feel the beat!", she tried to encourage him. "No need to be shy, come on!", she said trying to make him keep up with her crazy dancing style.
Then someone who also wanted Bulma's attention regarding machines passed by, already fuming. Maybe he didn't only think about machines after all.
He had went through every damned room in that compound the old fashioned way, still no sign of that wench.
'She'd better be here…or else.', he then tracked her down way too impatient to keep looking out for her. 'Good she's here…'
He then finally passed by that room, and boy he didn't like one bit what he saw.
There was the 'onna' all over that idiot future loser! She was doing movements, sexy ones to say the last…well what did she once call it…'dancing'…yeah must be it.
She rummaged through his body and squeezed her body against his. Her skimpy clothes also didn't help a lot.
'No wonder she's a slut…'
He then entered the room and bellowed.
"ONNA I DEMAND YOU FIX THAT CRAp YOU CALL A MACHINE!"
She kept on dancing at the back of the room.
"DON'T YOU IGNORE ME WENCH!"
Mirai's eyes were almost out of their sockets. Still Bulma didn't utter a word.
Vegeta decided to be more radical.
'If being nice doesn't make things easier, I'll have to be more drastic.'
He just blasted the damn sound system.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR YOU BASTARD!"
Bulma finally noticed the prince's presence.
"If that's what it takes to call your attention wench, so be it!"
"You have no right to blow into other people's lives like that! If you haven't noticed we were dancing! Besides I'm sure you wouldn't have done THAT if you were the one who actually worked for buying that!"
Vegeta only raised an eyebrow.
"Is that so?! I only saw a slut and a loser, nothing else…now skip the petty bickering Onna, I want my machine fixed!"
Bulma was as red as Vegetasei's sky.
"I won't be fixing your machine any sooner! I have a party to prepare and besides…I have someone else's machine to look at first!"
"Insolent wench! Know your place!"
"I know, it's well above you monkey head! I'm the one who feeds you, the one who owns the roof you sleep under and the one who invited you to live here!"
His eyes were flashing with anger. He went forward in a swift motion to grab her wrists, he didn't like to be looked down, specially by that stupid girl. But before he could grab her arm Mirai sensed his intentions and managed to hold his hand in mid air.
"Don't you dare hurt her da…damn!", it almost slipped his own tongue.
"You dare defy me boy!? You can stay with this cow as much as you want!", he said retrieving his arm fiercely.
"I'm not a coward who likes to hurt and scream at women to make them do what I want! You should threat her with respect bastard!", he truly was angry with his father's behavior. He didn't take violence against women lightly, especially against his mother.
The guy had a firm grip, he had to admit it. Vegeta exited the room quickly not once looking back.
'You'll pay me dearly…just wait and see wench…wait and see what the prince of all sayans is able to do Not even your stupid slave will stop me!'
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Some time after the little incident, when Vegeta had already left the room and Mirai managed to breath properly, both Bulma and Mirai prepared to exit the room.
"Hey Mirai thanks for helping me…you know…", she said while showing her wrists and smiling shyly.
"No problem, he wasn't right. He doesn't have the right to hurt you nor anyone for that matter only to make them do whatever the hell he wants"
"I'm sure he meant no harm…he is always like that…seems like he has a fetish with wrists or something.", she sighed looking a little down. She wondered what would Vegeta be like if only he could be ten percent as polite as Mirai.
"It's not right to grab people's arms like that…specially a woman's."
"I wish he would be as a gentleman as you are.", she sighed looking a little down. She wondered what would Vegeta be like if only he could be ten percent as polite as Mirai
It was like dejavu. It wasn't the first time Mirai had heard those words.
xxx flashback from the future xxx
Bulma was rummaging through her old wardrobe; the only old one who lasted through the many explosions caused by the androids many years ago.
She looked to her once wonderful fancy party dresses. Green, Blue, Golden, Silver, Red, Black…every color, every texture…all memories…good memories.
There at the end of the big walk in wardrobe, inside a plastic bag was a shiny pink dress, well the mangled pieces of it.
She still could remember how it ended like that. It was all Vegeta's fault, as always.
"I miss you so much Vegeta…", she said to herself before swimming in her memories, back at the times she didn't have her little Trunks yet.
Then Bulma suddenly felt the hand of her only solid thing left of Vegeta; Their son.
"What's that mom?"
"Oh baby, it's a dress I used many years ago.", she said looking at nowhere. She didn't like to cry in front of her son. She was tough.
"Who did this?", a twelve year old Trunks asked his mom seeing her 'beloved' dress was only pieces of pink fabric.
"Your father did this…as always…I wish he was half the gentleman you are sweetie.", she said while planting a kiss at her son's forehead.
"I wish…", she said dreamingly.
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It was another party at Capsule Corp and while all the guests eagerly talked downstairs a certain couple wasn't in the mood for wasting their times. At least not one of them.
Vegeta had Bulma on his waist while kissing her fiercely on the lips. It had been some time already since they started having their 'little meetings'. He usually was patient with her, he would wait her go to her room and then he would appear, undress her and do whatever he fantasized with her.
That night it was different. He got tired of all those males drooling over her, trying to ask her out.
'She's mine, all mine…'
Was his left thought before he not too gently grabbed her arm and dragged her upstairs to his room. He would show her who she belonged to.
Then he didn't wait for her allowances, he didn't wait her to adjust to him, he didn't want her to feel comfortable with him. He wanted to have his way, literally his way. It didn't matter if he was rough or if she would be in any pain. He wanted her in a raw way.
"In a hurry aren't we?", she said seeing he was way too eager.
"Shut up Onna.", he said before none too gently throwing her to bed, spreading her legs in the way and already laying over.
He kept kissing her fiercely; her lips were already swollen, and they weren't halfway through it. His hand were everywhere, not letting a single area of her body alone.
He then had one last glance at her still clad body before yanking her dress away, making it into pieces and plunging himself forcefully inside her. She gasped with his sudden outburst, she wasn't all that comfy, he was being way too fast.
"Vegeta…", she whimpered while he had his way with her body.
"Don't you like it raw woman?…", he said not giving her body any rest.
At this rate Bulma didn't worry anymore, her body adjusted to his manners just fine.
She actually liked his rough self a lot.
Xxx end of flashback xxx
"I'd better see what the hell prince of pride wants…before he throws another fit and destroys the compound too…You don't take it as an offense right?"
Nothing.
"Right Mirai?"
"Ah, yes, yes…no problem, just be careful."
"Thanks for understanding. I'll have a look at your machine as soon as I can. See you!"
"See you."
'Wonder if mom has already read the message…Hope everything is fine with her.'
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xxx back at the GR xxx
Vegeta couldn't believe that boy's nerve. How dare he touch him and to top it off try to lecture him!
He the prince of all sayans.
"I'll show him who's the sayan here! No one bosses me around, no one!"
UGHHHHH, then he powered up and blasted in every direction…Untill.
"Vegeta open this stupid door right this instant!", she said all the while knocking on the door.
"Great, now this!", he said while calming his temper a bit. He didn't want the woman dead just yet.
"What do you want ?!", he spat at her.
"Guess I should be the one asking you that! WHAT do YOU want this time Vegeta?! You were the one bothering me! So spill it out!"
"The damn machine is broken again. So fix it!"
"You could be more gentle , did you know it Vegeta?!"
"Just shut up.", he said while drying his sweat with his gloves, trying to distract himself from her body, which by the way was still clad on that fitting shorts.
'Why does only her sight makes me aroused?! Hey! Wait you just couldn't have admitted SHE makes YOU aroused! Hell!'
"Let me see it…", she said while opening her toolbox and lowering herself in other to visualize the control panel a little better.
"Of course it's broken Vegeta! You melted the wires into this!", she said while showing him all paste like wires which once passed energy through its system.
"I believe you did this!"
"Of course it was me ! Who else trains here?!", he said mockingly while keeping an eye at her round and tight butt.
"Ughh! I don't have time for your jokes Vegeta."
"If you don't like jokes why do you hang out with so many clows?"
"Wait, last time I checked I wasn't' dating YOU!"
"Woman, my patience is growing thin."
"Whatever Vegeta."
"If you don't want it broken then you should make a more sturdy machine, no wonder your weak race wouldn't be able to reach my standards."
"You know what Vegeta, I'll have to change this whole piece and it takes time. I'll make the new wires at my lab. Meanwhile OUT!", she said pointing to the GR's door.
"I knew you weren't as clever as you claim to be."
"Good night Vegeta.", she said exiting the GR not even glancing backyards.
'As if I could…'
He thought while observing her hips swinging all the way out of the GR.
"Fucking sayan hormones."
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