Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Ice Cream ❯ Made you look... ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: SaiyanTrombone 
Arguing, eating... You know, normal saiyan-type stuff. Oh yeah, and a little fun with cleavage ~_^
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.25.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Arguing, eating... You know, normal saiyan-type stuff. Oh yeah, and a little fun with cleavage ~_^
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.25.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
DISCLAIMER: I don't own DBZ; I just like manipulating the characters to do my bidding... Please don't sue me; I'm a poor college student.
AN: //Blah blah blah// is internal thoughts.
Bulma reclined a little on the sofa as she opened her book. //Time for a little well-disserved R&R// she thought. "Jane Eyre" had always been one of her favorites. Just as she really started to get into it, Mrs. Briefs breezed into the living room carrying her ever-present tray of... whatever. "Bulma, dear," she began, "I hate to bother you, but your father and I are about ready to leave on that business trip of his. I just wanted to say good-bye."
"Oh, it's no trouble, mom," she said, standing to hug her mother goodbye.
"I brought you a tray of goodies... Make sure you share them with that nice boy, Vegeta."
Bulma winced at the word 'nice'. "Sure, mom. You and dad try and have some fun while you're out, ok?"
"We will, dear. You call us if you need anything. Byeeee!" She left even faster than she'd come in. Bulma sighed and returned to the beckoning sofa. She didn't know whether she was excited at the prospect of some time to herself, or frightened at the thought of having to spend 2 weeks alone in the same house as that arrogant, demanding, pain-in-the-ass Prince of Saiyans... //Oh well... At least we won't have to watch our language as much when we get in verbal sparring matches.// She smirked mischievously. This might prove to be more fun than she thought. She sunk into the comfy plush couch and lost herself in the book.
***
Vegeta slammed the door to the gravity room. It had been one tough day of training. //That woman had better have some food ready// he thought as he trudged towards the house. He threw the door open and stomped into the living room. Bulma was lying there, asleep, with a book resting open on her stomach. The light from the lamp next to her played off her silky aqua hair in the quasi-darkness. For a moment, Vegeta totally lost himself. //Look at her... She's so peaceful when she's sleeping...// His eyes traced over her, taking in her womanly form. //So beautif---- GAAAH!!! WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING!?// He shook his head to rid himself of the unwanted thoughts. "WAKE UP, WOMAN!!!" He yelled so loud he almost startled himself.
"GAAAH!" Bulma jumped off the couch, nearly upsetting the tray of pastries on the coffee table beside her. "Dammit, Vegeta! Don't scare me like that!" Her face reddened as she tried to catch her breath. "You know, there ARE easier ways to wake someone up!"
Vegeta smirked. It looked like it would be an enjoyable evening of arguing. "Where's my dinner, woman!? Are you trying to starve me?"
"No..." Bulma looked over at the clock. 10:27. "KUSO! Gomen nasai, I must've fallen asleep while reading." She mentally berated herself for not setting an alarm or something.
"Well, don't just stand there mulling over your baka mistake--GO FIX MY DINNER!" Vegeta was starting to tire of his little game... He was *really* hungry.
Bulma stared at him in shock. "I'm not your goddamn slave, you know! If it weren't for my family's hospitality, you'd be nowhere near your current power level, and you'd be even more hungry, cause there'd be no one to fix your food! And another thing-"
Vegeta cut her off, "Look, I'm growing tired of your ranting, woman. Just go make me some food..." He thought maybe if he approached it in a more calm manner, he'd get through to her.
Bulma just stood there grinding her teeth. //What and unappreciative bastard!// Her face turned even redder.
The corner of Vegeta's mouth twitched involuntarily at Bulma's reaction. //She's really quite stunning when she's angry...// Vegeta sucked in air at this rogue thought. He let out a quiet growl and stared at the floor. What could he do to get her to go make him some food?! He realized exactly what he had to do, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to lower himself to that level. Just then, Vegeta's stomach let out a horrific rumble. He sighed and opened his mouth, but for some reason the words wouldn't come out. //C'mon, you can do it.// "Go and make me some dinner...*gulp*... please..." The last word was almost inaudible.
Bulma's jaw dropped open. //Jeez, he must really be starving!// She looked over at Vegeta, who was staring at the floor, jaw and fists clenched, vein protruding from his forehead. She smiled a little. //Hehe, he's kinda cute when he's all pissed off... *GULP* Uhhh, ok, pull it together, Bulma. You did not just think that Vegeta was CUTE!// She shook her head a little, in hopes of controlling her straying mind. Vegeta looked about to lose his composure. "Ok, just wait a few minutes, and I'll whip something up. There's some pastries on that tray over there to hold you off, just save a couple-"
Vegeta had disappeared around the word "tray" and nearly had the last pastry in his mouth by the time Bulma turned around. "Nevermind," she said. He smirked then downed the last one in a single gulp. Bulma sighed and walked into the kitchen. //Good thing I keep a few capsules around in case of emergencies like this.// "Now where did I put them?" She started thinking out loud.
"Well how the hell should I know if I don't even know what you're looking for?!" Vegeta was a little angry that she would ask such a stupid question. Humans seemed so ridiculous to him sometimes.
Bulma just shot him a dirty look. She checked all the cupboards, then started on the drawers. "Hurry up, woman!"
"Do you wanna eat or not, vegetable-breath?!" She said without turning around. She had to find those capsules so she could at least some peace that night. //That's right! I hid them so he wouldn't find them!// She walked over to the silverware drawer... She'd hid them in a secret compartment that could only be accessed by lifting the bottom of the drawer out. She pulled out a capsule labeled "Turkey dinner", clicked the top, and threw it on the table. ::Poof:: When the smoke cleared, there was a lavish feast, fit for probably about 20 people on a holiday splurge. "Before you get any ideas, at least let me make a plate for myself... It's not like my small portion could interfere much with what you're gonna eat."
"Grrr, all right, woman, but BE QUICK ABOUT IT!" Vegeta's patience was teetering at the edge of the chasm of his anger. Bulma didn't have to be warned twice. She grabbed what she wanted then gave him the go-ahead. Before she could even finish her potatoes, nearly the entirety of the meal was demolished. The size of a saiyan's stomach never ceased to amaze her. She looked up at the Saiyan no ouiji and was surprised to find his face clear of any debris despite the alarming rate at which the food was entering his mouth. She compared this with a mental picture of Goku eating, and had to stifle a chuckle. //At least he's got a few manners, being royalty and all...// She continued to study him while he polished off the feast, not really realizing what she was doing.
Vegeta suddenly became intensely aware of her gaze being fixed on him. He swallowed the bite of turkey leg that was in his mouth and looked back at her. //Does she even know that she's staring at me? She looks as if she's in a trance...// Her steady gaze was beginning to make him uneasy. "What the hell are you staring at, woman?!"
"Huh? Oh, gomen, Vegeta, I must've been daydreaming." She turned back to her food, trying to conceal her embarrassment.
Vegeta smirked as he caught sight of her getting flustered. "Well, I guess it's not your fault you can't keep your eyes off me." He chuckled and grinned evilly, trying to get her ire up even more.
Bulma's face grew bright red as she gritted her teeth. "Grrr... You know what, you self-absorbed, megalomaniac jerk?! It's not just me that can't control my eyes!" Two can play at this game... "Don't think I don't notice the way you stare at me!"
"Get real, onna. Why would I ever want to look at something as hideous as you?" He just hit a sore spot and he knew it. //Here it comes, hehe... I think I'm about to win this little skirmish.// His wicked grin broadened. If Bulma's face could've gotten redder, it would have. She clenched her fists as she tried to come up with a good comeback. Then all of a sudden, it hit her!
Bulma calmed herself down a bit, smiled sweetly and got up from the table, grabbing her plate and a fork. //She's not seriously thinking of assaulting me with silverware...// She walked straight up to Vegeta and dropped the fork next to his chair. Vegeta locked eyes with her, trying to figure out what was going through her mind. She bent down to get the fork, making sure he got the best view of her ample cleavage. He swallowed nervously at the view; his shorts somehow felt as if they had just gotten a size or two smaller. He felt himself blush, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. On her way up, she made sure that she brushed from his calf up to his thigh suggestively with her shoulder and upper arm. She watched him shudder at the contact. Then she walked quickly over to the sink and threw her plate and fork in, every movement followed intensely by the confused saiyan prince. She turned and walked towards the stairs, but just before ascending them, she turned over her shoulder, to see Vegeta still staring in bewilderment, mouth slightly agape. "Made you look," she boasted, grinning, then ran laughing up the stairs to her bedroom, happily rejoicing in her triumph.
***
Meanwhile, Vegeta sat at the table, turkey leg in hand, wondering what on Chikyuu had just happened. He felt as if a fire had been ignited within him, just at the slightest brush of her skin against his. His heavy breathing and familiar tightening of his shorts betrayed his mental barriers. He blinked slowly, trying to rid himself of his confusion. As he came back to himself, he growled, his bewilderment turning to anger. //I can't believe my reaction! What's come over me?! That weak baka doesn't know what she's dealing with...// Slowly, the anger subsided. //Well, if she wants to play that game, so be it.// Vegeta smirked mischievously. //She will soon find that she is not the only one who can make someone squirm...// He was planning to take his revenge, ten-fold...
AN: //Blah blah blah// is internal thoughts.
Bulma reclined a little on the sofa as she opened her book. //Time for a little well-disserved R&R// she thought. "Jane Eyre" had always been one of her favorites. Just as she really started to get into it, Mrs. Briefs breezed into the living room carrying her ever-present tray of... whatever. "Bulma, dear," she began, "I hate to bother you, but your father and I are about ready to leave on that business trip of his. I just wanted to say good-bye."
"Oh, it's no trouble, mom," she said, standing to hug her mother goodbye.
"I brought you a tray of goodies... Make sure you share them with that nice boy, Vegeta."
Bulma winced at the word 'nice'. "Sure, mom. You and dad try and have some fun while you're out, ok?"
"We will, dear. You call us if you need anything. Byeeee!" She left even faster than she'd come in. Bulma sighed and returned to the beckoning sofa. She didn't know whether she was excited at the prospect of some time to herself, or frightened at the thought of having to spend 2 weeks alone in the same house as that arrogant, demanding, pain-in-the-ass Prince of Saiyans... //Oh well... At least we won't have to watch our language as much when we get in verbal sparring matches.// She smirked mischievously. This might prove to be more fun than she thought. She sunk into the comfy plush couch and lost herself in the book.
***
Vegeta slammed the door to the gravity room. It had been one tough day of training. //That woman had better have some food ready// he thought as he trudged towards the house. He threw the door open and stomped into the living room. Bulma was lying there, asleep, with a book resting open on her stomach. The light from the lamp next to her played off her silky aqua hair in the quasi-darkness. For a moment, Vegeta totally lost himself. //Look at her... She's so peaceful when she's sleeping...// His eyes traced over her, taking in her womanly form. //So beautif---- GAAAH!!! WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING!?// He shook his head to rid himself of the unwanted thoughts. "WAKE UP, WOMAN!!!" He yelled so loud he almost startled himself.
"GAAAH!" Bulma jumped off the couch, nearly upsetting the tray of pastries on the coffee table beside her. "Dammit, Vegeta! Don't scare me like that!" Her face reddened as she tried to catch her breath. "You know, there ARE easier ways to wake someone up!"
Vegeta smirked. It looked like it would be an enjoyable evening of arguing. "Where's my dinner, woman!? Are you trying to starve me?"
"No..." Bulma looked over at the clock. 10:27. "KUSO! Gomen nasai, I must've fallen asleep while reading." She mentally berated herself for not setting an alarm or something.
"Well, don't just stand there mulling over your baka mistake--GO FIX MY DINNER!" Vegeta was starting to tire of his little game... He was *really* hungry.
Bulma stared at him in shock. "I'm not your goddamn slave, you know! If it weren't for my family's hospitality, you'd be nowhere near your current power level, and you'd be even more hungry, cause there'd be no one to fix your food! And another thing-"
Vegeta cut her off, "Look, I'm growing tired of your ranting, woman. Just go make me some food..." He thought maybe if he approached it in a more calm manner, he'd get through to her.
Bulma just stood there grinding her teeth. //What and unappreciative bastard!// Her face turned even redder.
The corner of Vegeta's mouth twitched involuntarily at Bulma's reaction. //She's really quite stunning when she's angry...// Vegeta sucked in air at this rogue thought. He let out a quiet growl and stared at the floor. What could he do to get her to go make him some food?! He realized exactly what he had to do, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to lower himself to that level. Just then, Vegeta's stomach let out a horrific rumble. He sighed and opened his mouth, but for some reason the words wouldn't come out. //C'mon, you can do it.// "Go and make me some dinner...*gulp*... please..." The last word was almost inaudible.
Bulma's jaw dropped open. //Jeez, he must really be starving!// She looked over at Vegeta, who was staring at the floor, jaw and fists clenched, vein protruding from his forehead. She smiled a little. //Hehe, he's kinda cute when he's all pissed off... *GULP* Uhhh, ok, pull it together, Bulma. You did not just think that Vegeta was CUTE!// She shook her head a little, in hopes of controlling her straying mind. Vegeta looked about to lose his composure. "Ok, just wait a few minutes, and I'll whip something up. There's some pastries on that tray over there to hold you off, just save a couple-"
Vegeta had disappeared around the word "tray" and nearly had the last pastry in his mouth by the time Bulma turned around. "Nevermind," she said. He smirked then downed the last one in a single gulp. Bulma sighed and walked into the kitchen. //Good thing I keep a few capsules around in case of emergencies like this.// "Now where did I put them?" She started thinking out loud.
"Well how the hell should I know if I don't even know what you're looking for?!" Vegeta was a little angry that she would ask such a stupid question. Humans seemed so ridiculous to him sometimes.
Bulma just shot him a dirty look. She checked all the cupboards, then started on the drawers. "Hurry up, woman!"
"Do you wanna eat or not, vegetable-breath?!" She said without turning around. She had to find those capsules so she could at least some peace that night. //That's right! I hid them so he wouldn't find them!// She walked over to the silverware drawer... She'd hid them in a secret compartment that could only be accessed by lifting the bottom of the drawer out. She pulled out a capsule labeled "Turkey dinner", clicked the top, and threw it on the table. ::Poof:: When the smoke cleared, there was a lavish feast, fit for probably about 20 people on a holiday splurge. "Before you get any ideas, at least let me make a plate for myself... It's not like my small portion could interfere much with what you're gonna eat."
"Grrr, all right, woman, but BE QUICK ABOUT IT!" Vegeta's patience was teetering at the edge of the chasm of his anger. Bulma didn't have to be warned twice. She grabbed what she wanted then gave him the go-ahead. Before she could even finish her potatoes, nearly the entirety of the meal was demolished. The size of a saiyan's stomach never ceased to amaze her. She looked up at the Saiyan no ouiji and was surprised to find his face clear of any debris despite the alarming rate at which the food was entering his mouth. She compared this with a mental picture of Goku eating, and had to stifle a chuckle. //At least he's got a few manners, being royalty and all...// She continued to study him while he polished off the feast, not really realizing what she was doing.
Vegeta suddenly became intensely aware of her gaze being fixed on him. He swallowed the bite of turkey leg that was in his mouth and looked back at her. //Does she even know that she's staring at me? She looks as if she's in a trance...// Her steady gaze was beginning to make him uneasy. "What the hell are you staring at, woman?!"
"Huh? Oh, gomen, Vegeta, I must've been daydreaming." She turned back to her food, trying to conceal her embarrassment.
Vegeta smirked as he caught sight of her getting flustered. "Well, I guess it's not your fault you can't keep your eyes off me." He chuckled and grinned evilly, trying to get her ire up even more.
Bulma's face grew bright red as she gritted her teeth. "Grrr... You know what, you self-absorbed, megalomaniac jerk?! It's not just me that can't control my eyes!" Two can play at this game... "Don't think I don't notice the way you stare at me!"
"Get real, onna. Why would I ever want to look at something as hideous as you?" He just hit a sore spot and he knew it. //Here it comes, hehe... I think I'm about to win this little skirmish.// His wicked grin broadened. If Bulma's face could've gotten redder, it would have. She clenched her fists as she tried to come up with a good comeback. Then all of a sudden, it hit her!
Bulma calmed herself down a bit, smiled sweetly and got up from the table, grabbing her plate and a fork. //She's not seriously thinking of assaulting me with silverware...// She walked straight up to Vegeta and dropped the fork next to his chair. Vegeta locked eyes with her, trying to figure out what was going through her mind. She bent down to get the fork, making sure he got the best view of her ample cleavage. He swallowed nervously at the view; his shorts somehow felt as if they had just gotten a size or two smaller. He felt himself blush, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. On her way up, she made sure that she brushed from his calf up to his thigh suggestively with her shoulder and upper arm. She watched him shudder at the contact. Then she walked quickly over to the sink and threw her plate and fork in, every movement followed intensely by the confused saiyan prince. She turned and walked towards the stairs, but just before ascending them, she turned over her shoulder, to see Vegeta still staring in bewilderment, mouth slightly agape. "Made you look," she boasted, grinning, then ran laughing up the stairs to her bedroom, happily rejoicing in her triumph.
***
Meanwhile, Vegeta sat at the table, turkey leg in hand, wondering what on Chikyuu had just happened. He felt as if a fire had been ignited within him, just at the slightest brush of her skin against his. His heavy breathing and familiar tightening of his shorts betrayed his mental barriers. He blinked slowly, trying to rid himself of his confusion. As he came back to himself, he growled, his bewilderment turning to anger. //I can't believe my reaction! What's come over me?! That weak baka doesn't know what she's dealing with...// Slowly, the anger subsided. //Well, if she wants to play that game, so be it.// Vegeta smirked mischievously. //She will soon find that she is not the only one who can make someone squirm...// He was planning to take his revenge, ten-fold...