Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Any Woman, Anytime, Anywhere... ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I own videos, CD's, graphic novels…but I do not, unfortunately, own the real thing, Akira Toriyama and FUNimation get that privilege. *stomps foot like a spoiled little kid and stalks off* (btw: in contrary to my previous chapters…this disclaimer counts for all of them…sry, if u guys got confused.)

Chapter Three

"So, if narcissistic personality behaviors can be directly related to a horrific childhood, then what's Vegeta's excuse?" Bulma mumbled to herself, while studying for her psychology test. "He's got a major obsession with himself…not that I blame him…" then she gasped out loud. "No, hell no, bad Bulma, baaaad Bulma. No thinking about Vegeta that way. You broke up in high school. You are SOOOO over him!" she giggled, But he does have an incredibly nice ass… she thought. "No!!!! Back to psych…you have a major test tomorrow… Now, why does a certain inkblot look like something to one person, and something else to another? Oh, right, personality behaviors…" she pondered, when her phone went off. "Hello?" she answered.

"Hey, B!" said her best friend over the phone.

"Chi! What's up?"

"Oh nothing really, I was just wondering if you'd mind if we cancelled our plans for tonight?"

"Meaning…?"

"Well, son-kun's had a hard day at the Y, and we're both really exhausted, and don't feel like it. I just called up Krillin and 18 and they're cool. So, raincheck?"

"But I really really really wanna see the movie tonight!!!" Bulma whined.

"I know you do, but I'm really sorry." ChiChi said, even though she didn't sound sorry one bit. "Krillin saw it last week, and he said it was no big deal, and 18 isn't really interested."

"But I really wanna go see it tonight, I already prepaid my tickets and everything," Bulma mused aloud.

"Oh? You did, well, how about you go with Vegeta then?" ChiChi asked diplomatically.

"Vegeta…?" Bulma asked.

"Sure, why not? I mean you guys are completely platonic now, there's no more tension."

"I guess…"

"Cool, I'm really sorry about this, so I'll call up Vegeta to pick you up at seven tonight, okay?"

"Sure, whatever."

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"Goku…" ChiChi said across the room, "Call Vegeta to pick up Bulma at seven o'clock tonight for the movies."

"Okey-doke." He said cheerfully, deftly catching the phone ChiChi tossed at him.

"What?!" Vegeta barked into the phone when he picked it up.

"Hey, Vegeta!" Goku greeted. "How're you doing?"

"Never mind that Kakarot, what the hell do you want?"

"Oh, nothing, just to tell you to pick up Bulma to tonight to go to the movies at seven."

"Isn't your bitch supposed to do that?" Vegeta growled.

"Now, you know I don't like it when you call Chi a bitch…" Goku tsked. "But we don't really feel like goin' to see the movie tonight." He said breezily, but with a hint of mischief behind his words. "Bulma's place, 7:00 tonight." With that, he hung up the phone. Vegeta stared, bewildered, at his cell phone for a while, and then began chuckling humorlessly. Kakarot was beginning to surprise him lately, what with acting all 'cunning' and agreeing to the terms of their little wager. Maybe Vegeta was finally starting to rub off on him.

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"Hey, Mom!" Bulma greeted as she pranced into the kitchen.

"Hello, darling," Ms. Briefs greeted. "Are you going anywhere tonight, dearie?"

"Yeah, Vegeta's taking me to the movies."

"Oh, and I was under the impression that you two broke up in high school." Her mother said naively.

"No, mother," Bulma said exasperately. "It's nothing like that, just the rest of the gang doesn't want to go, so I'm stuck with the 'prince from hell'. "

"Oh, Vegeta's a prince, now?"

"Nah, that's just his screename. 'SexyPrince' and all. Well, he's certainly got the ego going for him in the prince category."

"Oh, what time are you leaving?"

"Seven, he's gonna come by and pick me up."

"Well, have a fun time. Would you like something to eat?"

"Nah, I grabbed a late lunch today, so I'm good."

"Well, bye!" Bunny said to her daughter, blowing kisses at her as she grabbed her jacket and keys. "I'm off to the store, we're out of coffee, and you know how your father feels if he doesn't have a fresh pot every morning. Have fun!"

"Thanks," Bulma waved, playing with the mug in her hands. She heard her mother's Camry pull away from the driveway, and less than five minutes later, she heard the familiar honk of Vegeta's car. Bulma grabbed her stuff, and went out the door. Vegeta's sleek black BMW sat out there waiting for her. Vegeta was presently inspecting something under the hood when she strolled out the front door.

"Aw…" Bulma cooed. "Something wrong with your baby?" It was common knowledge to everyone that Vegeta was overly infatuated with his car.

"No, her pussy's fine." Vegeta said absently. Bulma chuckled softly at the crude joke, as she slid into the passenger seat of the car. A few moments later, Vegeta banged down the hood, and wiped his hands on the rag in his pocket. Bulma gasped when she saw him. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, and baggy indigo jeans. Black Timbies (Timberland's) completeled the outfit. He looked unusually sexy, and Bulma smiled as she mentally ran through what she was wearing. A short, denim skirt, and a tight, pink tube top with a denim jacket over it. She didn't know why she chose the outfit suddenly at last minute, but there was the fact that this very very cute guy in her English Lit. class might be going to the movies today also.

"What was his name?" Bulma mused aloud to herself. "Oh, right, Yamcha…" she finished dreamily.

"Are you ready, woman?" Vegeta said, sliding smoothly into the driver's seat. Bulma smiled, as she pulled out a compact, inspected her hair, and nodded.

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Bulma sauntered up to the computer and typed in her ticket number as Vegeta went to go buy his.

"Bulma Briefs?" came a masculine voice from behind her. Bulma spun around, if it was who she thought it was…

"Yamcha!" she exclaimed. "What're you doin' here at the movies?"

"Watching a movie…" Yamcha smiled as he ran his eyes down her scantily clad form approvingly. "Actually I was just getting ready to leave, but I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure, have fun! Good night!" Bulma waved, feeling a slight pang of disappointment when he left. Vegeta came back to her.

"Who the hell was that?" he demanded.

"Oh, just an acquaintance, he's in my English Lit. class. He let me borrow his notes from class last week. Professor Smithsen is a killer when it comes to getting decent notes and I fell asleep."

"Whatever." Vegeta said, walking in the direction of the screening rooms.

"Hold up, V. I wanna get some popcorn." Bulma called out, Vegeta scowled at her, but sat down at a table and tapped his fingers impatiently. Bulma smiled and waggled her fingers at him in a sarcastic manner as she got on the concession line. In a few minutes she had gotten her popcorn and drink, and joined him.

"Finally," Vegeta grunted. "Those food-boys take so goddamn long."

"Shut up, Vegeta." Bulma said, playfully slapping his shoulder, she was in a particularly good mood at seeing one of the hottest guys on campus, and didn't want it to be ruined by Vegeta's bad attitude.

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"That was sooo funny!" Bulma laughed as they walked out of the theater, her clinging onto Vegeta's arm (in that friendly way that most girls do to their guy friends), what really struck her was that he didn't shrug her off. Vegeta also had a rare smile on his face as he remembered some of the more funny scenes of the movies, and the heroine's gorgeous figure…

Vegeta and Bulma slid into their seats in his car.

"Ya know, Vegeta," Bulma suggested. "I'm not really in the mood to go home yet, any place you suggest?"

"No," Vegeta smirked. But his actions spoke stronger than his words, for very soon, he pulled up at a deserted beach.

"Oh…!" Bulma gasped as she stepped out of the car. The silvery moon was high in the sky, making the water glow as the waves gently lapped at the shore. Vegeta had pulled up to a rock jetty that jutted out far into the ocean. He silently leaned against the car as Bulma leaped happily on the edge of the jetty. She waved at Vegeta, her flawless figure silhouetted against the ethereal glow of the moon. Vegeta smirked in a somewhat more benign manner than usual, and walked up to her, and placed his arms gently around her waist. Bulma flushed at the close contact, but for some reason, beyond her, welcomed it, and snuggled into Vegeta's broad chest. Vegeta smirked deepened, and he leaned in for the kill, gently sucking at her neck, and tracing up a path of fiery hot kisses and laid one of the most passionate, lust-filled kisses on her mouth that any being could ever give…

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"So, let me get this straight," 18 said as they sat down to eat. "You and Vegeta broke up in high school," Bulma nodded. "But you went out to the movies last night-"

"-on strictly nonsexual terms," Bulma broke in.

"Uh-huh, and you ended up making out on the beach for the whole entire night-nonsexual, my ass."

"Well, not the whole night, I think we fell asleep some time around 4:00 AM, or something like that."

"Bulma!" ChiChi chided. "Vegeta is your friend now, I mean you guys broke up in high school."

"Yeah, I know, but damn! You guys didn't see how hot he looked last night…But don't worry about it, I'll talk to him later today, and we'll straighten everything out." Bulma soothed. "Now, why don't we get some food? Waiter!"

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"Vegeta?" Bulma asked over the phone.

"Who else would be at this number? Came his irritated voice on the other end of the line.

"Oh good." She sighed. "Look about last night…"

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself, 'cause it certainly didn't seem that way."

"No, it was…for lack of a better term, lovely. But we can't go on like this, I'm sorry Vegeta, but we broke up in high school."

"And on what terms?"

"Well, you were going to school in America-"

"Exactly, so it's not like we were incompatible or anything, was it?" Vegeta's smirk could be recognized even across the phone lines.

"Yeah, but still…" Bulma protested. "I…we…just can't. I can't go out with you Vegeta, it just won't work." With that, Bulma hung up, nearly in tears. Vegeta stared at the now-silent phone.

"Damnit!" he said. "Looks like I'll have to try a more aggressive approach."

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"Did ya tell him?" ChiChi asked.

"Yea," Bulma replied depressedly.

"Aw…come on B." Juu soothed. "You are sooooo over the guy. He's ancient history, more than two years ago."

"Yeah, I know." Bulma answered miserably. "It's just that…you guys don't know the side of Vegeta that I saw. The gentle, caring, kind side that isn't exactly revealed. He's the kind of guy who hides everything so well…and well, when he showed that tender face to me it's enough to make you melt…"

"Oh god, B." 18 said mockingly. "Don't tell me you're falling in love with the guy!" and ChiChi giggled along with her.

"Oh, but I am falling for Vegeta. Hard. All over again…" Bulma whispered softly under her breath, smiling a small, secretive grin.

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End of Chapter Three-hope you like!

A 'lil preview of what's gonna be next: Bulma and Vegeta go on a real date…nope, sorry, no lemon!(if you do want to read one, put it in your review and I might just be able to squeeze one in) Lime-flavoring though (maybe-?). Oh, don't worry, Yamcha and Marron will definitely show up later in the fic, along with 17, but where to put him, I'm still pondering. Advice, hints, and any suggestions are always welcome, so just put them in your review, or email me!