DATE AT THE SEASIDE
CHAPTER TWO
Woes of Suncream
Vegeta looked on puzzled as he watched hundreds of humans applying strange white cream onto their skins.
Bulma and her mate were nestled in the shade of a giant palm tree, which was bearing hairy coconuts, Vegeta had been the one subjected to carrying all the bags from the car to the beach. Why had the woman chosen today not to use the capsules? He had a strange feeling it was to make life that little bit more hard.
'That woman is the richest person on this planet.. why can't she just buy some slave to carry her luggage.' Vegeta grumbled inside his mind as he looked at the half a dozen bags, then it clicked. 'No wait that's because I'm the woman's slave.'
"Woman why are they putting that gross stuff on their skins… is it some kind of human ritual?" Vegeta asked aloud confused, as a very overweight man walked past with sun cream lotion on his nose and a very red fat belly poking out from his tight swimming trunks.
Bulma giggled at her Saiyan mate's innocence, he had obviously never had the pleasures of coming to the beach before.
Suddenly she felt a flow of pity for the sexy prince sitting next to her, he had missed out on a childhood and had been subjected to such horrid things under the hands of Freeza that he could barely talk about it.
All the time when she'd taken things like the beach for granted, their lives had been so different and they still found their way to each other.
"Answer me woman or I'm going home." Vegeta threatened as he prepared to get up from the cool sand under the huge palm tree.
"Vegeta, its nothing honestly its just sun tan lotion!" Bulma chuckled, as she placed a hand on his and pulled him back under the shade of the tree.
"Well it looks like-"
"Don't even say it Vegeta there's kids about." Bulma warned menacingly raising her eyebrows, she had only known Vegeta a few months and yet she knew exactly what he thought the suncream looked like, and she knew he would shout it out without a care in the world.
"I'm not wearing it," The Saiyan prince declared, folding his arms across his chest and pulling his most stubborn face. Before Bulma even got any ideas he would soon make them disappear it was as bad as making him wear that dreaded pink shirt, AND yes it was still in his closest much to his dismay.
Bulma smiled even more, he looked so cute like that.
"You don't have to honey, I'm sure you've been on planets hotter than this so just chill" Bulma assured, as she pulled out her own bottle of sun lotion, maybe she wasn't going to force her new boyfriend to wear it, but she wasn't going to get burnt plus she had the pleasures of being able to force one of the universes most strongest guys to rub it on her back.
"Your not wearing it are you!?" Vegeta said shocked as his mate unscrewed the white cap and squirted some onto her hands. She rubbed them together before wiping them on her arms and legs; lifting the sarong a little higher than actually necessary to apply the cream on her thighs.
Bulma didn't reply as she continued to rub the sun lotion into her skin, she licked her lips as she delicately flicked the cream in between her toes and then moved up onto her chest.
Vegeta was there in a shot, as he placed his hands and began to rub the cream into her chest and arms then began rubbing her neck in a strange manner. It felt so so good…
Promptly she removed his hands as he placed them inside the black bikini top, obviously the former prince didn't realise sun cream only had to be applied where the sun would actually reach.
Frantically She looked around at the crowds hoping the press hadn't spotted him touching her so sexually, except Yamcha and Chichi; the Z gang had no idea she was seeing Vegeta and for a while she wanted to leave it like that.
She couldn't wait to tell them all at once, and then see their faces!
Thankfully the press had for once chosen today not to follow; thinking twice Bulma frowned as she had a flashback of her mate sending one particular cameraman straight into the next dimension with a one-way ticket. The proud prince had thought the old man was trying to take photos of her body; and of course he didn't like to share…
Vegeta growled as he felt her smooth soft touch remove his hand, it was just beginning to get interesting what a spoilsport she was.
"I need some on my back princey." Bulma demanded, as she held out the tube of cream squirting the horrific looking cream onto his hands.
He had to admit it smelt nice, perhaps it tasted as nice as the perfumed aroma… blinking as he looked closer at the white stuff in his hands, he had a sudden change of mind. That was such a wrong thought. Wrong Wrong Wrong.
"Woman does this taste nice." Vegeta stated, as he held open his cupped hands and wafted the cream right close to her face. It would look wrong if he ate it, but it might look sensual if Bulma was too…
"Its not for eating baka, its to protect you from the sun." Bulma laughed as she twisted around so her back was facing the Saiyan.
Vegeta really did have some things to learn!
A few minutes later, Bulma placed the bags in a beach locker and they set off for the little harbour before it got too hot to walk.
It was about a twenty-minute walk, and they strolled side by side as they made their way across the small concrete track away from the beach; the further away they went the hotter and stickier it was becoming. Words seemed meaningless as they both showered in the warm glowing feeling growing between the two.
Yellow dry grass was growing across the path, and crickets were chirping hidden among the blades of dead grass invisible to the naked eye.
"Why don't we just fly woman, we'll get their much faster." Vegeta grumbled as he paused waiting for Bulma to adjust her flip-flop. A stray mosquito buzzed around his head before hovering away into a patch of extra long yellowed grass.
"Yeah, but flyings no fun. Plus there's way to many people to see you; we're keeping a low profile remember!" Bulma said cheerily, Vegeta just growled in reply as he faced forwards towards the dust track; the concrete path had long ended and now the bugs were beginning to get on his nerves. It would take just one to suck his blood, and if that happened he wasn't going to take it sitting down.
"Why isn't anyone else coming this way?" Bulma wandered aloud as she linked arms with Vegeta and nuzzled a little closer to his nice hard chest. He didn't say a word and just seemed to latch onto the precious moment, really he couldn't help but think Bulma spoke way too much.
This time the walk was much more romantic, and a few moments later they came to a strange little oasis just below the sand dunes.
The path they had followed came to an abrupt end.
"Well done Onna, now we're lost." Vegeta grumbled as he pulled away from her grip, and went to inspect the natural pool they had discovered; it was strange usually if something as cool as an oasis was formed it attracted hundreds of people.
Instead this tiny tropical paradise was secluded and empty with the exceptions of some twenty odd feet palm trees, and some beautiful bright coloured plants and flowers along the waters edge. It truly looked amazing and magical.
"I take it we took the wrong turn to the harbour…" Bulma whispered as she took in the beautiful scenery, it looked untouched by man something was seriously up; they weren't far away from west city and only a few miles away from one of the most popular beaches on the planet. This was almost like a small slice of the afterlife where had all the crowds and people gone?
"This certainly wasn't in any of the tourist guides." She murmured not wanting to take her eyes away, the place truly made her want to sit and just pass the time away.
Vegeta of course had other ideas as usual…
"Now nobody is about why not let me apply some more of that sun cream?" he suggested as he rubbed his hands together eagerly; the scent still lingered and it did really smell nice.
Bulma raised her eyebrows and smiled, was sex the only thing Saiyan's ever thought about? Second that men ever thought about?
"Sorry honey, I threw the tube in the bin you didn't want any remember?"
Vegeta's face suddenly fell slightly, no he hadn't wanted any. On the otherhand he had wanted to apply some more on to Bulma you can never be too careful in the bright mid-day sun…
"Besides we're on a date, not a day just to have sex." Bulma smirked deviously as she licked her lips in a tantalising way knowing this would wind Vegeta up even more.
"Stop it or I might just have to force you." Vegeta warned, as he reached her butt though her sarong and gave it a satisfying squeeze Bulma let out a yelp before smacking Vegeta.
"You will do no such thing mister."
Smirking and satisfied that he won the little match, the former space pirate casually walked back over to the oasis.
The water sparkled as his reflection stared back at him.
The prince looked carefully, he still looked the same as he had years ago only something was different something he couldn't quite put his thoughts on… he had the same hair, the same eyes, the same posture… what was it….
The water suddenly rippled causing his reflection to shatter into several wavelets.
"Your so vain." Bulma teased as she grinned and threw another strange shaped rock into the water. This time it splashed Vegeta wetting his surf shorts.
"I'm not vain, you're the one who stands in the mirror for ridiculous sums of time to see if a pair of sunshades look okay." The prince bit back, as he stepped back ready to have a new little argument.
In truth the sunshades did look beautiful on Bulma, but then what didn't? In his eyes she was an ocean goddess with her cerulean blue hair and perfect attractive figure.
Secretly he was happy she accepted him as her mate, although he wouldn't show it he knew that she knew this, his father would be proud of him finding such a gorgeous queen.
"Well… are you going to join me for a swim or not babe?" Bulma smirked as she took her sarong off and placed it on the hot dry sand then removed her flip-flops and sunshades.
It didn't take much thought, Vegeta was already in the water by the time Bulma reached the natural pool.
"Its so warm." Bulma said happily kicking her legs playfully splashing the half naked Saiyan, he retaliated by splashing back and diving under the water between her legs tactilely rubbing them as he poked back up to the surface for air.
Bulma murmured something under her breath, and then let her body soften yet even more after her mates wandering hands; he certainly had some talent that was for sure.
Smirking at his blushing queen, then deciding to opt for a swim Vegeta began swimming away from the blue haired beauty; she took the opportunity and launched herself up and jumped onto a very unsuspecting Vegeta's back causing him to almost fall backwards on impact.
The water came up to his neck in the centre of the tropical pond; and was fairly deep yet tepid it was so clear they could both see their feet and with each step the super Saiyan took the swirls of sand underneath merged and then settled.
Vegeta continued swimming with Bulma on his back for a while, until he soon became bored with her excess weight and flipped her backwards into the water.
Hearing not her screams of pleasure but anguish he smirked victoriously, before the familiar face and blue hair surfaced followed by her frantic kicking legs.
She tried to dunk the Saiyan prince under the water but was too slow and he ended up dunking her… She was picking a fight she would never win, this could be taken into the bedroom if necessary…
Vegeta released her deciding that drowning his mate was not a good option to take, sometimes he needed reminding that she wasn't as strong as a Saiyan.
Moments later she seemed to have disappeared from the oasis, Vegeta couldn't sense her fragile powerlevel anywhere and it frightened him slightly; however Bulma was good at masquerading her human ki when she wished she was certainly a natural in that department. On the otherhand she was so damned clever.
As he searched looking about for his chosen mate he spotted something that resembled a straw moving around in circles. Mesmerised by what it could be, he attempted to manoeuvre over to the strange stick like object.
A shooting pain knocked him back into reality as he felt her take a chomp out of his most valuable assets…
"YAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH" Vegeta screamed, as he clutched his never regends and literally jumped out of the oasis and then back in again. He was in so much pain he couldn't even contemplate flying onto dry land.
"Honey… honey what's wrong!?" Bulma fretted, as she emerged from under the water to see why her mate was screaming and… was he crying!
Quickly she discarded the snorkel and swam over to her lover.
"YOU BAKA BITCH WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR! I WAS PLAYING EARLIER FOOL!" Vegeta yelled, before placing his head in the warm water to try and sooth the agony and rage he was suddenly feeling. It hurt so much.
"Don't you dare call me a bitch! I didn't do anything, I was swimming. You must have done it yourself you probably tripped on a rock or something!" Bulma shouted back, but then she realised Vegeta truly was crying, he must have been in lots of pain… An overwhelming feeling began to fill through her as she watched her Super Saiyan boyfriend sob real tears. It really didn't fit his image, yet he looked so helpless similar to when somebody pulled Goku's tail when he was a small child.
But Vegeta didn't have a tail.
"You lie, I wont be able to have brats now." Vegeta growled as he clutched himself and washed the tears away in the water. The pain was slowly ebbing away but it still hurt more than dying.
"What? Brats… I'm slightly confused… honey what did you do exactly where does it hurt?" Bulma asked soothingly the anxiousness and worry was evident on her face. Swimming over she placed a hand on Vegeta's chest and felt his heavy breathing.
"It hurts…" he whispered weakly as he turned a faint pinkish colour, looking at the proud prince reminded Bulma of a small boy and suddenly she was overwhelmed with the urge to comfort him; he looked so lonely and cute. Where had the arrogant, strong willed Saiyan gone?
"I'm getting out." Vegeta grumbled, as he removed her hand roughly and swam to the shallower depths of the oasis pool, once he got out upon inspection he was relieved to see he still had all his equipment and with the sudden change in the temperature and Bulma's hand on his chest it seemed to still be working…
Bulma closely followed him onto the sand and placed her arms around his unsuspecting waist, "what was that all about?" she asked quietly as she nuzzled his neck and placed a kiss gently on the back of it.
"You bit me…" Vegeta mumbled as he gently rubbed his surf shorts in his manhood area. "It hurt like hell."
Bulma tried to bite back the tears when it clicked what could have possibly happened; it certainly hadn't been her that gnawed on his most… useful part of his body.
He must have got it caught in the zip or something, stupid Saiyan prince.
The way he suddenly went off on one like that made her think he'd stubbed his toe or gotten his leg chewed off by a crocodile.
Then again if he had gotten his winkle jammed, to a man that was worse than getting eaten head first by a man eating crocodile.
"Here let me have a look." Bulma pleaded as she bit her tongue really hard to prevent herself from laughing.
It was Vegeta's fault for having such a reasonable sized… well fishing tackle!
"No this is your fault woman." Vegeta said quietly as he turned to face the other way; his embarrassment was clearly evident, as he had turned that funny pinkie colour.
Bulma blinked, then smiled to herself; he really thought that she had bitten his penis!
"Honey, I just want to check its okay…" Bulma said moving around his slumped body so she could face him, then she just couldn't hold it in any longer and almost fell onto the floor laughing.
He had turned a cute bright pink colour, and it was true he did look to be crying. Whatever he'd managed to do must have hurt!
Her poor Saiyan prince!
How dare the woman laugh at his misfortune, he was positive that she had something to do with it perhaps she'd attempted some sort of painful sex act. He wouldn't mind if she would show a little decency and not laugh in his face or perhaps warn him first.
Vegeta was feeling extremely pissed off with the entire planet by this time, he picked up one of the strange rocks Bulma had thrown in earlier when he was looking at his reflection; then he prepared to launch it into infinite.
He couldn't really blow his mate up, then he would be without lots of things he needed. First being a comfortable warm bed, secondly the gravity room and thirdly food.
Making up his mind it was definitely going to be the rock that was taking the backlash if only Kakkorot were around to be beaten senseless; or perhaps even that weakling fool Yamcha. Unfortunately neither was; clutching the rock Vegeta prepared to crunch it into a million pieces with his fist. One thing the Saiyan prince couldn't tolerate from anyone was being laughed at.
"STOP!" Bulma yelped, just as Vegeta bought the rock crashing down to the ground with a satisfactory crunch. Blood surprisingly began to pour from beneath the funny shaped stone that was now in several pieces.
She hadn't realised until it was to late that the rock had in act been a tortoise.
"Rocks that bleed!" Vegeta said astonished as the blood seeped slowly around his feet before he quickly jumped out of the way letting it trickle into the water.
"No Vegeta rocks that are on the endangered list!" Bulma yelped, but it was obviously too late; the tortoises had in fact looked like such good rocks.
Suddenly she felt quite guilty when she realised that the rock she'd thrown into the small water hole a few minutes ago, had probably been a tortoise also.
Could Tortoises even swim?
"What endanger list? Are they poisonous or something." Vegeta pointed out, as he suddenly stared at his hands examining them carefully.
"No baka, endangered means they are becoming extinct."
"Oh is that all. Don't worry me like that woman." Vegeta shouted as he then went back into feeling sorry for himself mode. "It still hurts.."
Bulma smiled slightly, and then quickly thought of what had become of the unfortunate tortoise that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Quickly she frowned at her mate's aggressive behaviour.
"Let me check your okay then honey." Bulma said sweetly as she took his hand in hers and pulled him behind a rather large pineapple bush.
For once in his life Vegeta chose not to object…
Disclaimer: Hi there, that's the end of the second chapter… hehe poor Vegeta that's got to hurt! Lets just hope all his.. ahem. Equipment is working okay! But what or how did it happen???
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