Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Any way the wind blows ❯ Singles wearing spandex DO have more fun ( Chapter 1 )

Ok, sorry it took me so long to uodate, more revieuws would do the trick next time though... (hint hint)

Special thanks to Archerprincess, Amber and Kahlan Nightwing

Without them this fic wouldn't really be here so be sure to repay them for that wonderfull pleasure!

Disclaimer: I own... A wonderfull doll my mother made called Jantje. Since I don't own Vegeta ( thanks a lot mr. Akira!! )

He is the one I sleep with!

Vegeta looked surprised and yet strangely amused,

" You have to be kidding Kakarrot, you had the twins in Amsterdam, remember? I thought we clearly agreed I would have first pick next time?"

Goku actually looked angry as he kept his eyes fixed on Vegeta.

" That does NOT count! The twins do not compare to whoever that is and you know it!"

Vegeta's gaze followed Bulma as she mingled and greeted several of the most prominently present figures. "Perhaps she doesn't, but a deal's a deal, and I don't really feel like letting you out of this one."

Vegeta smiled as he saw doubt creep over his friends face. Goku might be a bit of a dimwit, but he had never been known to wiggle out of a deal. The man was so honest it sometimes made Vegeta want to beat him up. That is until he found out that in the long run doing business honestly does pay off. Many a competitor had made a flying start offering mountains of gold to inventors snatching them from under their noses, but they all died down when delivery never came. Overall, he was quite sure he could make his moves without interference.

Goku's face was a mixture of doubt and unanswered questions. Slowly the doubt began disappearing as he realised he had made a deal and what he had to do.

"Fuck the deal Vegeta! The angel is mine and no matter how much it will cost me, I am going to make her see that too!" After that little tirade he walked off quite determined in the direction the blue haired beauty had wandered.

It took Vegeta more then a minute to come to terms with what just happened. Not only had Goku, the most honourable man in the universe, broken a deal. He had also just made it very personal! Telling Vegeta to go and perform sexual acts on his own body was not something taken lightly. He smirked as the vision of slapping Kakarrot like a red headed steph child crossed his mind. Crossing blades with Goku on the romantic fields was going to be a real challenge, as they both knew exactly what the other mans strategy was. His smirk returned as he casually stood up on the sofa and saw Goku looking around confused. Turning his head he could just see his new spandex goddess walking the opposite way. Jumping down off the sofa he quickly made his way to her.

Bulma couldn't help it...she really couldn't. She tried to restrain it, she tried ignoring the feeling, she tried hiding it, but it still happened. Right in the middle of Mr. Gregory's fascinating vision of woman who, according to the man should not be allowed outside the kitchen, she yawned. The poor Mr. Gregory was dumbstruck as he looked at her. "Are you alright ms. Briefs? Perhaps this conversation is a bit to demanding for you, perhaps you should go and have a lie down." Judging from his look, several inches below her face, he indeed wanted to lay her down.

Bulma frowned briefly at the comment, before smiling very sweetly and fluttering her eyelashes.

" I am a bit tired, perhaps I SHOULD have a lie down. After all, this conversation is not really meant for me and I find it hard to concentrate. Perhaps you would be so nice to check on me a bit later, my bed is in the far corner of room 302." Handing him a small key she made her exit. Her sweet little smile transformed as she walked away. Thank God she had the keys to all the rooms in her house, this was too good to be true. Thinking about how she just handed the most awful man in the business the key to the bedroom of one of her fathers body guards (who didn't actually protect her father, but his inventions) an evil smile surfaced. The bodyguard in question was a man named Mitch who actually liked male company. The evil smile broadened as she saw Mr. Gregory making his way to the right wing of the house in which room 302 was located. Wanting to laugh out loud she didn't concentrate as hard as she should have she walked into a wall greatly losing her feeling of euphoria. Whilst falling down she actually had some thoughts flashing through her head, one of them being that walls don't usually wear suits.

Vegeta made a hurry to reach the blue haired one before Kakarrot got a sense of direction. He directed himself directly in her path forcing her to begin conversation. Unfortunately she seemed to have been distracted quite a bit and she never noticed him standing there and walked right into him giving him the pleasure of contact for half a second before falling down. Thanks to brilliant reflexes he managed to grab her by the waist and in a fluent motion set her on her legs again.

"What is the rush Ms…?"

"Her name is Briefs, Bulma Briefs."

Vegeta blinked, ah, Goku had arrived! And apparently someone had filled him in one who she was.

Goku flashed a very, very fake smile at Vegeta.

"And the rush was probably to get away from boring persons."

His smile indicated very purposely that Vegeta belonged to that category.

Bulma looked from one rock hard body to the other. Things had just become all the more interesting for a single woman wearing spandex.