Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Any Woman, Anytime, Anywhere... ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter Four

Bulma hummed happily to herself as she got ready to shower. She put the boom box in her bathroom on 'radio' and hopped in.

Little known to her, Vegeta was driving up silently to her house, and pulled into her driveway. He knocked gently on the door, and one of the servant-bots let him in. He snuck up quietly to Bulma's room. After a brief (and I mean brief!) moment of hesitation, he touched the control pad, and let out a small breath of relief when he discovered that it wasn't locked. He let himself in, and sat down at a chair in the corner of the room.

Bulma was currently in the shower, singing loudly along to the radio. "Baby, you're all that I want, and I'll find it here in your arms, I'm finding it hard to believe. We're in heaven!" she sang along to DJ Sammy's 'Heaven'. Vegeta, sitting just outside the bathroom door, heard everything loudly, and snickered. But after a moment, his snickers turned into grimaces as Bulma's loud, off-key voice began grating on his vulnerable eardrums.

"Damn bitch, why can't she keep it down?" Vegeta muttered to himself. At that moment, the bathroom door burst open, sending a froth of steam floating into the bedroom. Bulma was clothed in a terry-cloth bathrobe, and a towel on her head, turban style. She was still humming along with the blasting stereo, and her eyes were closed as she really got into the song.

Bulma pranced blindly around the room for a while, until she tripped over Vegeta's outstretched leg.

"Nani? What the he-OHMIGOD!!!!!" Bulma screeched, sprawled on the floor, as she turned around, to see Vegeta scowling behind her.

"Yes, I know I'm wonderfully sexy," Vegeta sneered impishlly,"but really, you don't have to make such a big deal out of it. Groveling at my feet and everything."

"Vegeta!" Bulma yelled, standing up, and making sure everything was in place. "What the hell are you doing in my house? How did you get in?" Dr. and Mrs. Briefs were away for the day.

"One of those robots let me in." Vegeta replied simply.

"Oh…" Bulma said complacently, then she realized the situation at hand. "Vegeta, I'm naked, for god's sake!" she screamed.

"Then get dressed, woman. And make it snappy, I'm taking you somewhere."

"Where?" Bulma's curiosity peaked.

"It's a surprise." Vegeta said sarcastically. "Now put something on, and hurry up. I do not have all the time in the world, and even if I did, I would not waste it waiting for you!" Bulma glared at him. "What?" Vegeta demanded.

"Aren't you going to give me a little privacy?" she insisted.

"What for?" Vegeta smirked. "I have seen it before."

"Oh, for god's sake!" Bulma cried, giving up. She stalked over to her walk-in closet and slammed the door shut. "And no peeking!"

"Woman, I have seen, and had better. I do not need to get my jollies off of looking at your repulsive figure." Vegeta called out. He smirked in triumph when he heard Bulma's strangled scream from behind the closed door.

"Then what are you doing here?" Bulma asked, from behind the door. The sound of clothes being shuffled around, and straps being snapped was evident.

"I came to see if you would like to go on an outing, simple as that." Vegeta stated.

"Yeah, whatever, Vegeta-chan." Bulma said, emerging fully-clothed from her closet. She had chosen to wear jean capris, and a lavender, spaghetti-strapped tank top. She had casually knotted a light jacket over her waist. "C'mon, let's go to wherever you're taking me. I do not have all the time in the world, and even if I did, I would not waste it waiting for you." She mimicked.

"Good to see you've been listening," Vegeta leered. "It's not everyday you get to talk to a SexyPrince."

"Puh-leeze." Bulma sighed. "Save me the lecture, let's just get moving, shall we?"

"With pleasure, madam." Vegeta sneered sarcastically, walking out of her door.

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"Vegeta…?" Bulma asked nervously, as they pulled into a deserted forest park. "Is this some sort of cruel joke?"

"Far from it-" Vegeta smirked under his breath, then in a louder growl, "No, woman, I just wanted to test your survival skills."

"Are you serious?" she asked, when Vegeta glared at her and cocked an eyebrow, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god, I seriously thought you and I were going to do some hiking. Sorry sweetie, but I'm not the Amazon Queen, and I never will be. Man would not have invented robots if they weren't intended to use them." she said mockingly, sticking her nose in the air.

"Whatever, woman." Vegeta grumbled. "Now, what do you want to do?"

"This is a first!" Bulma gasped, placing a hand over her heart. "Vegeta? Are you feeling all right?"

"I'm fine!" he said angrily, shoving her hand off of his forehead. "Now, I had no plans, specifically, and I just figured to wing it."

"Winging it? Damn, Vegeta. You got me all dressed up, and you want to sit here and play duck-duck-goose?"

"Whatever floats your boat." Vegeta whispered sultrily, as he leaned over. "Duck," he murmured, placing one hand on her waist, "Duck," placing the other hand on the other side of her. "Goose," he breathed, planting a long, hard kiss on her lips.

"Vegeta!" Bulma cried, when they finally broke apart for air. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at her, but didn't say anything. "I thought I made it clear that we couldn't go out anymore."

"Did I say anything about going out?" Vegeta asked, but his little smirk told her otherwise.

"Hmph," Bulma pouted. "Well, if you're gonna be like that, then I guess I have no choice." She said, walking away, far away, until she reached the end of the clearing. "We're gonna play a game!" she called back.

"A game?" Vegeta yelled back, then he waved for her to continue.

"Tag!" she cried. "You're it!" and she darted off into the woods.

"Tag…? I'm it…?" Vegeta asked aloud, then the childish game from his elementary school years sunk it. "Oh, shit!" he yelled, and ran off after her.

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Bulma ran and ducked beneath and around the trees like it was second nature. She wasn't co-captain of the cheerleading team in high school for nothing. She did all sorts of complicated flips, and somersaults through the air, actually clambering up a tree at one time, to dart from branch to branch like a monkey. But she was losing speed, and she knew that Vegeta currently held the world record for the 400m in track, so she knew how fast he could be. So, she returned to the good ol' terra firma, and continued the chase that way. She weaved easily through the fern, and around the maples, until she reached a small clearing in the wood. The sun shone brightly, and there was a little, babbling stream running through it. The grass was long, and waving gently in the soft breeze. The wildflowers spilled their lovely scent over Bulma, and overcome with exhaustion, she sank down into the long grass for a short rest.

It wasn't long before she heard the gentle pads of footfalls near. "Damn!" she exclaimed, sitting up, but before she could dart away, Vegeta pounced out of the wood, like some jungle cat, and landed right on top of her.

They wrestled around for a bit, and rolled down a steep hill, until finally they stopped, Vegeta on top of Bulma (of course! ^__^).

"You're it," Vegeta murmured, nibbling her earlobe. Bulma groaned in response. Vegeta's exploring hand gently found it's way under her shirt, and began skimming lightly over her strapless bra.

"Vegeta." Bulma moaned again. "We…can't…do…this…" she panted, trying to ignore the waves of pleasure overcoming her, and the searing heat between her legs.

"Why not?" Vegeta murmured, "you know you want to." All Bulma could do was nod wordlessly. Vegeta ran his hand down her slim figure again, and brought his mouth onto hers. His lips explored hers with a newly-found passion, and her dragged his tongue along the outline of her lips, begging for entrance. Bulma opened her mouth and allowed his to continue his ministration on her mouth. All the while, he was slowly peeling off her capris, and then her tank top, until leaving her clothed in nothing but her undergarments.

Vegeta reached behind her, and unhooked her bra, all the while, sucking longingly on her tongue. He gently led a path of fiery kisses down her neck, and sucked lovingly at her right breast. He massaged the other one, feeling with satisfaction as the nipple hardened under his touch. He stripped off her silk panties, and tossed the carelessly aside. His unoccupied hand reaching down, and tangling with the dewy triangle at the juncture of her hips and legs.

Bulma clawed helplessly at his t-shirt, trying to get it off. Vegeta smirked at her feeble attempts, and ripped off the shirt. Bulma eagerly pressed her upper body up to his, desperate to feel, to explore more of his searing flesh. In one swift move, Vegeta had torn off his boxers and shorts, and was proudly boasting his hard member. Bulma smiled, and held out a hand to him, he took it, and then lay a path of kisses down her torso, stopping at her belly button to lick the sensitive skin surrounding it, and continued to her wet, hot womanhood. His mouth explored gently at first, but when she began bucking her hips, literally pressing his mouth against her clitoris, he found himself unable to stop, and feeling the strong urge to suck her juices dry.

Finally, Vegeta regained control, and slowly positioned his shaft against her quivering womanhood. One quick glance at Bulma showed him that she was ready. He entered carefully, and thrust himself deep, pushing her (and him) to the barrier. Vegeta buried himself in all the way to the hilt, and finally drew out, only to begin theprocess all over again. Bulma whimpered at first, but the she began to moan as his hands caressed her buttocks and his lips began mingling with hers.

Vegeta began to lose himself within her, and began thrusting mercilessly, feeling encouraged as Bulma began to join him, and groaning with pleasure at every peak. She could feel her orgasm slowly building up in waves of indescriable pleasure within her. Vegeta could also feel his release building. He wanted to be careful, precise, now was not the age to become a father. Bulma screamed out his name, a hundred, a thousand times, over and over and over, until she became hoarse, as he thrust into her again and again. Finally she screamed out her climax, and then, only then, did Vegeta withdraw himself completely from her warmth, spilling his seed all over her flat stomach.

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Bulma awoke sometime later, when the sky was filled with stars, and the night a deep, velvety blue. She whimpered in pain at the definite twinge between her legs, but ignored it and stood up to look at her surroundings. Beside her, Vegeta was stirring also. He got to his feel and stood beside her, neither one of them caring about their obvious nakedness.

"Mmm…" Bulma sighed. "Isn't it wonderful out tonight?" Vegeta smirked at her as his eyes roved her figure again. He could feel his manhood grow hot, and begin to tighten. "Oh, no you don't, buddy boy." Bulma said, placing a hand on his chest, and walking over to the stream. "Once in a day is enough, especially when you're doing it in the woods." She gently splashed some water on her torso, washing off the evident stickiness that was there. "C'mon," she called out, pulling on her discarded underwear, "we should get going." Vegeta rolled his eyes to the heavens, but found his clothing.

"And what are we going to do about his, woman?" he asked, in his normal, sarcastic manner; holding up his ripped t-shirt.

"Don't wear it," she shot back, glancing at the ruined shirt. "Now where the hell is my bra?" she grumbled under her breath, her azure eyes scanning the grass.

"You owe me a new shirt, woman." Vegeta retorted.

"Whatever," Bulma said, picking up the aforementioned undergarment, and snapping it on. "Take me home, and I'll pay you back."

"Really?" Vegeta asked, and licked his lips lustfully.

"No," Bulma sighed. "Not that way. Now, please prince can we go home? I mean, if you won't take me, then I guess I could fly." She said, pulling a capsule out from her pocket. Vegeta looked at the small, white pill, and shook his head.

"I'll take you home-" he began in his normally gruff tone.

"Thanks, V!" Bulma exclaimed.

"-you gave me a good ride, so I figure I'll return the favor," he shrugged.

"Oh….you….you…" Bulma sputtered.

Vegeta smirked, "just get in the car, woman." Bulma continued her fuming, but obeyed and got into the car.

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"Be prepared to pay, shorty," Vegeta snickered as he threw darts at his dartboard in his dorm room, picturing Krillin's head as the bull's-eye. "You're not far behind, Kakarot." He smiled evilly to himself again and picked up another handful of darts.

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"Hello?" Bulma asked over the phone.

"Bulma? Hey, it's Yamcha." Came a friendly, masculine voice over the phone.

"Yamcha? Hi! What's up?" Bulma squealed, and tried not to be too obvious about it.

"Nothing really. Look, I was wondering if you'd like to go out tomorrow?" he asked.

"Tomorrow? Friday? Sure, it looks good."

"Cool, so dinner and a movie."

"Sounds fine."

"All right, Bulma-chan. I'll swing by your house and pick you up at 7:00. 'kay?"

"Cool, Yamcha. See you tomorrow night, then." Bulma said happily.

"Tomorrow." Yamcha promised, and hung up. Bulma smiled ecstatically, she was going out with one of the hottest guys on campus tomorrow! Then her roaming eyes landed on a group picture of; her, ChiChi, Juu, Krillin, Goku, and Vegeta. Then to the rare picture of Vegeta (alone) that she had gotten, she wheeled her chair over, and traced his angular features through the glass frame lovingly.

"So what?" she said aloud. "I made it completely clear that I didn't want to go out with him. So, we had one night of sex. Big deal." But deep down inside, her heart spoke differently. "Screw him, I'm going out with Yamcha tomorrow. And as of tomorrow night, I will be 'officially' his girl."

What about Vegeta? Don't you even care what he feels? Came that annoying, conscience of hers. "Like hell I care about Vegeta. He's never cared about me." then her mind thought back to the night of passion. He was so gentle, so tender, so caring, so…un-Vegeta-like. He cared for you, Bulma-chan, and you cared for him… came that irritating voice again. "Aughh!!!!!" Bulma yelled, "That's it, I can't take it!" she stomped downstairs to the kitchen. "Mom, I'm going shopping!" she grabbed her keys and banged out the front door.

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AN: end of chapter four!!! Hope ya like!!! Don't forget: Read and Review. The most important things to a fanfic writer (or any writer for that matter.) Next chapter, Vegeta gets an epiphany (startling revelation). Bulma goes out with Yamcha, and Krillin grows desperate…~don't forget, review, reivew, REVIEW…the more review I get, the more updates (and faster ones) you guys'll get!!!!!~xangeliz91487x *thnx 4 reading though!!!!!!!