Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All you need is love ❯ Underneath your clothes ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3: Underneath your clothes

Bulma strutted sexily towards her destination. Being the genius she was under half an hour was all she had needed to turn her self into a beauty of goddess proportions. Unfortunately the knowledge that she was going shopping, not to some high profile, Studio 64 nightclub, meant that she had to downplay what she had in mind a little but the result was still utterly breathtaking.

She wore a pair of extremely low hipster cords that were a deep aqua, harmonizing perfectly with her long hair, which cascaded down her back in luscious loose curls, and a tight pastel pink midriff top with spaghetti straps that hugged her breasts, showing off a descent amount of cleavage. Her shoes were a pair of simple but fashionable black Gucci sandals and, to finish it all off, she had applied to her face a light pink eye shadow, leaving her lips bare, the blood red attuning marvelously with the porcelain of her face.

Bulma glanced into a mirror on her left as she walked gracefully towards the living room, giving herself mental thumbs up as she did so.

She smiled seductively to herself. She was going to knock Vegeta's socks off.

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Vegeta walked toward the living room thoughtfully.

What the hell had that been? The woman had told him to do something and he had done it, straight away, without question, and now, here he was, still complying with her wishes and getting ready to meet her so they could do whatever it was stupid humans did when they went shopping, and all the time his mind was screaming at him to turn around and do something, anything but that.

But he couldn't. He knew that. Something in his mind, deeper than any logic he had ever known, told him that it would break him to see her upset over him, to cry over him, just because he couldn't do one little thing that would, ultimately, get her off his back for a while.

So he went along with it, walking faster now intent on getting there quicker. Mentally telling himself the sooner he got there the sooner he could get back to training, while his mind still scream hopelessly for him to stop.

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Bulma waited patiently for Vegeta on the living room sofa, humming happily to herself, completely unaware that he had been in her presence for some time now.

He stood at the doorway, ramrod straight, as he stared longingly at the blue-eyed beauty. His eyes traveled over her body, mentally storing the image, noticing how little her clothes left to the imagination and, filling in the blanks, he let out a seductive growl.

Bulma looked up from her place on the couch hearing Vegeta from over at the doorway. She grinned contentedly at him, not noticing the look of deep lust in his eyes.

"Hey Vegeta," she said cheerfully. "Ready to go?"

Vegeta battled hard, trying desperately to keep his usual stoic face on in front of the goddess before him.

"Whatever woman," he eventually ground out.

"Great," Bulma all but screamed, as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door.

"This is going to be soooooooo fun," she cried, as she picked her capsule car out of her handbag, preparing to uncapsulate it on the road before her. Vegeta grabbed her wrist before she could do so.

"What are you doing, woman?" He grunted out.

"What does it look like? How did you think we were going to get to the mall Vegeta, a mystic portal?" she asked sarcastically. A scowl creased her face when Vegeta started to laugh.

"Woman you have got to be kidding me. I agreed to go on this stupid trip with you. My presence alone should be enough of a reward but now your trying to suggest that I actually ride in this stupid machine of yours?"

"Well how else do you suppose we get there?"

"Quite simple, woman," he stated matter-of-factly. "We fly."

Bulma gasped as Vegeta picked her up, cradling her like a fragile infant, as she started hovering higher and higher above her family home.

"You might want to hold on."

Bulma grasped tightly onto Vegeta's neck, feeling the well-structured muscles ripple beneath her, and sighed contently.

"That way," she said sleepily, pointing off West as Vegeta flew her off into the sunset and she gently drifted off to the land of dreams.

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Vegeta looked down at the blue-eyed beauty as he flew, noticing and revelling in the look of serenity she wore on her exquisite face as she slept, wonder evident on his features. He sighed quietly to himself.

"How do you enchant me so?" he asked her softly not expecting an answer, as he flew through the clouds, careful not to rouse her.

Looking down, deep in thought, he spotted the 'Mall', as Bulma had described it to him, directly beneath them.

Gradually he made his way to the ground, landing carefully on the city pavement. He failed to notice the looks of amazement and apprehension from the passers by at the near impossible feat he had just demonstrated.

A scowl reappeared on his face as Bulma stirred from her dreamless sleep, the look of wonder leaving so fast it might never have been there at all.

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Bulma yawned happily as her stunning blue pools flickered open, staring joyfully up at Vegeta. They stayed that way for a long time, looking into the Sayain prince's eyes, almost longingly. Vegeta's scowl deepened.

"Woman, we're here. Now, are you going to get off or are you that obsessed with me that you can't keep you eyes off for 2 seconds?" Vegeta smirked at his remark, noticing Bulma's blush.

"Whatever, Vegeta," she said, practically jumping out of his arms as she struggled to hide her rosy cheeks from him.

Vegeta's smirk widened but he said nothing, loving to see her squirm under his gave.

Finally she regained her control. Bulma turned.

"Ok Vegeta," she said, grinning mischievously. "Let's go shopping!!!"

Vegeta groaned as he allowed Bulma to pull him through the door of the accursed place.

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They spent hour's open hours shopping. Visiting just about every store the world had to offer and going to over 10 different 'Malls.' Bulma was ecstatic buying Vegeta at least one garment from each store they entered, enough to last him an eternity. Every time she found something she liked she would squeal loudly and ask Vegeta if he liked it, he would grunt and, not really caring what he thought anyway, she would skip happily up to the counter and buy it.

Finally, they reached the last of the shops and, looking in the window, Vegeta made a noise of disagreement.

"What is this woman?"

Bulma glared up at him.

"What do you think it is Vegetable-head?"

Vegeta scowled.

"Don't' call me that woman." He said dangerously low.

Bulma just laughed as she walked towards the shop's entrance.

"I refuse to go in there."

"Fine," Bulma said without even turning round. "I'll just buy your underwear for you." She let out another howl of laughter as she disappeared into the store.

She headed straight in the direction of the men's section but on her way something caught her eye. She turned to get a closer look. Straight in front of her were the sexiest pair of panties and bra she had ever seen. They were red silk with black taffeta lace around the edges and both were extremely low cut. Bulma almost screamed in delight as she picked up the revealing lingerie and, revelling in her discovery, continued on towards the men's section. Straight away a pair of blood red silk boxers, matching her own underwear, caught her eye. She smiled lustfully as she picked them up; imagining Vegeta with them on as he delicately stripped her of her own.

Taking note of the heat rising in her belly at an obviously inappropriate time she quickly changed her pathways of thought and, grabbing the pair of boxers, made her way back towards the front of the store.

Paying the shop assistant for her purchases, Bulma made her way out of the large store but, noticing something very familiar in the corner of her eye, she stopped and turned grimacing at the disgusting scene before her.

There was Yumcha, the man who had been begging her to take him back a day ago, necking a girl barely old enough to be his daughter, sleazily in the corner of the store. Bulma took a deep breath, trying desperately to keep her anger in check and failing miserably. She stealthily made her way to the opposing corner.

Yumcha, shocked out of his trance, moaned in pain as she slapped him across the face, breaking the contact between him and his new little hussy.

"Look how much you love me," she said spitefully. "What has it been Yumcha? 3 days not even that and here you are with some new slut from your pick-a-mix selection. You are such a fucking SLEASE!!! And you wonder why I got rid of you." At that Bulma turned, but not before adding a critical knee into Yumcha's most delicate spot, or what there was of it anyway. She smirked as she heard Yumcha's howl making her way slowly to the shop entrance. Reaching the doorway her smirk turned to a scowl at the unmistakable sound of laughter.

"You really showed him woman," Vegeta said, as he doubled over, practically tearing open from the sides.

"Whatever Vegeta. Just take me home."

"Whatever you say," Vegeta laughed, as he picked her up and headed towards Bulma's family home.

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"Vegeta," Bulma said, as they landed outside Capsule Corparation after a mercilessly quiet journey. "Why is it that no-one appreciates anything I do?"

Silence was all that followed as Vegeta set Bulma down, unable to think of the right way to answer her question. Bulma scowled, starting to become irritated.

"Well Vegeta, why?"

More silence was her answer as he struggled with the words.

"Oh my god, Vegeta. After all I've done for you you can't even answer one stupid little question to make me feel like someone in the world actually cares. You're just like the rest of them, your such an asshole!" she screamed, as she broke down sobbing and ran into the building, slamming the door behind her.

Vegeta frowned.

"What have I done?" he whispered to the air.

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Bulma reached her bedroom, crying, for the second time, over Vegeta's non-caring attitude.

"I hate you Vegeta! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" she screamed into the darkness.

Sobbing she fell into a less-than peaceful sleep.