Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Ice Cream ❯ Who's looking now? ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: SaiyanTrombone 
Things start to heat up... in the kitchen again... ^_^; And is Vegeta going schizophrenic? Read and find out!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.25.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 893 | Status: Work In Progress
Things start to heat up... in the kitchen again... ^_^; And is Vegeta going schizophrenic? Read and find out!
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.25.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 893 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I still don't own DBZ. And yeah, I'm still poor... PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!
Warning: This fic doesn't exactly take itself seriously... Oh yeah, and things start to heat up in this chapter, so don't read it if you get offended by adult situations.
Oh, and sorry I forgot to tell y'all, but the title's gonna be explained in chapter 3 ^_^ I don't feel like giving *too* much away. Well, read on!
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//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...
***
The next morning, Bulma awoke to the sounds of the gravity room. Vegeta was already up, training away. //Typical... I guess he was able to get over that little defeat last night, hehe...// Bulma smiled as she stretched and shook the cobwebs from her sleepy head. She glanced at the clock to check the time. 11:30! //Wow, I must've really been tired! Well, better get up and make some grub before I have to listen to the prince of whiners gripe about me trying to starve him.// She ventured downstairs in her flannel pj's to start preparations for lunch. Bulma knew she wasn't the best cook alive, but she could make a mean toasted cheese sandwich... //Now Vegeta, on the other hand...// Bulma snickered, remembering Vegeta's first attempt at cooking. He'd tried to cook soup in a pot... in the microwave... Needless to say, they'd had to go out and buy a new one. //Not that we don't have the money...//
She had just finished gathering the 2 loaves of bread, crock of butter, and block of cheese she would need when the phone rang. Overjoyed to get some interaction with the outside world, Bulma ran to the phone and picked it up. "Moshi, moshi!"
"Hey, babe! Glad you're up!"
"Hi Yamcha!" Bulma did her best to sound happy, but lately she had been feeling that her long relationship with her first boyfriend ever was somehow coming rapidly to a close. "What's up?"
"Well, I was wondering if you were busy tonight… I thought maybe we could hook up and go out to a club or dinner or something. I really need a break from this training."
No matter how much their relationship may be slipping, Yamcha was always fun to go hang out with. "Yeah, sure! Going out on the town might get my mind off having to spend the next two weeks alone with the Prince of Assholes..."
"Oh, Kami! Your parents left you alone in the house with that... that monster?!" Yamcha didn't even give her a chance to respond. "I'm coming over! I'll be there in a little while, I just need to get cleaned up first."
"Yamcha, that's really not necessary. I can-"
"No, no buts, I'm coming over there. I don't trust him, especially not when your parents aren't around to keep him in check."
Bulma chuckled at how protective he was being. "A little jealous, are we?"
"Not jealous... I just want to make sure you're ok. I'll be over there in a little while. We can spend the day together! We haven't done that in so long, it'll be fun!"
Bulma smiled. //Yes, it would be fun to spend the day just chilling out and not fretting myself over projects, or the gravity machine, or cooking dinner for that unappreciative... Woah, wait a minute. Why do your thoughts keep going back to him, baka?// She sighed. "Ok, sure. It WILL be fun."
"That's the spirit! I'll see you in a while, ok?"
"Ok, bye!"
"Bye!"
Bulma hung up the phone and leaned back against the counter, letting out a frustrated sigh. //Why was he so insistent? Does he really think that Vegeta would harm me? C'mon, Vegeta would never lay a finger on me in malice.// She gasped. How could she be so certain of that? She didn't know, but somehow, deep within her, she felt it. Shrugging off the haze of her deep contemplation, she returned to prepare the mass quantity of toasted cheese sandwiches required for Vegeta's lunch.
Just as she was finished buttering the slices of bread, she heard the telltale slam of the gravity machine's door. 5... 4... 3... 2... The front door flew open. "Is my lunch prepared yet," Vegeta bellowed while walking down the hall towards the kitchen. Bulma looked over her shoulder just in time to glimpse him walking in through the doorway, towel slung over his shoulders, sweat beading on his perfectly sculpted body, spandex shorts clinging to him, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination. //Kami, I'm eyeing him up right in front of him!// Blushing embarrassedly, she tore her gaze away. "Hold your horses, it'll be done in a few minutes." Her voice lacked the conviction it normally held while she ordered him around.
Vegeta smirked at her display. //This is going to be WAY too easy.// His smirk widened as he sauntered up behind her.
Bulma looked down from her slice of bread to notice two gloved hands place themselves on either side of her on the counter. Hot breath on the back of her neck sent tingles up and down her spine. He finally pressed the entire length of his body against her. She gasped as her temperature rose. Just the contact was enough to arouse her. //Kami, what's happening?! Vegeta can't make you feel this way, he's an arrogant, stupid-// her thoughts stopped abruptly as he brushed his lips against her earlobe, then nibbled on it gently, flicking at it with a skilled tongue. //NO! You have to resist!// "V-Vegeta... N... N-no... Uhhn!!!" He stopped her half-hearted resistance, tracing the outline of her ear gently with his tongue. She couldn't contain a soft moan of pleasure as she instinctively leaned back against him and exposed her neck. He accepted her silent offer, caressing her neck and shoulder softly with his lips and tongue, nipping every so often at her supple flesh. He nearly let go a chuckle as her breathing became very noticeably heavy, and she let out an unbridled moan of pleasure. //She's about to lose herself// he thought smugly, smirking against her neck. //Can't let that happen, now can I?// She whimpered in protest when he ceased his ministrations. He chuckled, and with a final, nearly playful nip at her neck, removed himself and sat down at his usual spot, awaiting his meal. All Bulma could do was turn around and stare at him, jaw slack and blinking repeatedly. "Who's looking now," He asked triumphantly.
Bulma's mind was racing. //What the??? How the??? Why the??? GAAAH!// She screamed internally as she realized that she'd just nearly surrendered herself to the most arrogant, demanding, unappreciative ASSHOLE in the universe. //But Kami, what an incredible feeling! Where did he learn how to do that?!// Bulma turned bright red and forced herself to continue making Vegeta's lunch. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of watching her get angry. She finished, sat the platter of sandwiches in front of him, and a plate with just one for herself. All she could do was just stare at the plate and try to figure out how to handle the situation.
Vegeta paused between gulps and noticed her in her confusion. //Well, it looks like I was a little too much for her to handle. Maybe I did go a little too far, though.// His smirk broadened as he watched her try to figure herself out. //Hey, Vegeta-sei to Vegeta!!! Get your mind off that little weakling and finish your food so you can go train and become stronger than that baka, Kakarrott!// Vegeta shook his head a little and returned to his sandwiches. He looked up at her again... //There's something about her... NO! Just stick to yourself, you don't need her...//
Just then, the door was nearly thrown open, and Yamcha ran in. "Bulma! Bulma-chan? Oh, there you are!" He grinned, seeing her at the kitchen table. He immediately noticed her somber expression, and the slight flush to her cheeks. "Bulma-chan, are you feeling alright? Vegeta hasn't been bothering you, has he?!" He looked accusingly over at Vegeta, who was down to his last few sandwiches. Vegeta gave him his best "go-to-hell" look. //Hehe, if you only knew, baka. Just a few minutes ago, she was nearly *begging* me to "bother" her.//
"No, Yamcha, I'm just not feeling like myself today."
"Well, that's about to change! C'mon, lets go have some fun!" Bulma's face brightened. It seemed as if the day might be salvageable, after all that weirdness in the kitchen. //I guess he took my actions last night as a challenge... Well, he just caught me off guard is all. Next time, I'll be ready for it.// Bulma paled when she caught her thoughts. Next time? She didn't want to admit it, but she was secretly craving a "next time". Vegeta had done things to her without even touching her with his hands that Yamcha had never been able to do. //Yamcha...//
"Okay, let's get going," she said, trying to remain chipper, but those thoughts just kept nagging at the back of her mind. The day out with Yamcha promised to be fun, at least. //Just try and keep your mind on the present, Bulma. A little teasing shouldn't get you this worked up!// "So, what do you have planned?"
Yamcha grinned with excitement. "Well, I thought maybe we could go to the amusement park, my treat. And afterwards, go to that old ice cream parlor we always used to go to. For old time's sake."
Bulma grinned back at him. She pecked him affectionately on the cheek, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "Yamcha, where did you learn to be so thoughtful?"
"You taught me." He smirked.
"Oh, yeah! Now I remember..." It was always fun to joke around with him. "Well, what're we waiting for, let's go!" She took Yamcha's hand and they left without another word to Vegeta.
"::Hmph:: Humans and their stupid *relationships*"... //A little jealous, Vegeta?// "NO!" He shouted out loud at himself. //Come on, admit it. You wish it were you. You that she kisses lovingly on the cheek? You that she holds close before she falls asleep at night?// "NO! YOU'RE WRONG!!! I can't possibly..." He trailed off, head reeling from the assault of his subconscious. "No! She's physically attractive, nothing more. She doesn't care about me, and I could give a shit less about her." //You keep telling yourself that, Vegeta.// "I will!!! I'm going to train. Leave me the hell alone." He jumped up from the table, leaving a mess for Bulma to clean up, and nearly ran to the gravity room.
***
Bulma stared at the ceiling of her bedroom, listening to the slow, rhythmic breathing of the man laying next to her. It had turned out to be a pretty enjoyable day. Goofing off, playing carnival games, riding rides like when they were young. When they had come back, they had gone straight to bed... But it seemed to lack something. Just like all the other times as of late. Bulma studied the patterns of the paint on the ceiling more intently and wondered: When had they stopped making love, and started just 'having sex'? She sighed, frustrated. They were still great friends, but somewhere along the line, that romantic spark had vanished. Now their bedroom activities were more for physical release than a show of love and devotion.
Her contemplation was broken by a low rumble from outside. //Vegeta...// Why couldn't she stop thinking about him lately? //It's not like that thing he did to your neck was THAT great... Was it?// But then she realized she'd been having thoughts about him long before that awkward episode. //Yeah, but there's no way he could be thinking about me in the same way... All he ever thinks about is training to become more powerful than Goku, not to mention pestering me about his food.// Bulma rolled over, pulling the comforter up around her shoulders. //Well, at least you have Yamcha... That means you're not alone.// Her eyes snapped open. Alone? //Gosh, Vegeta must be so alone. No one's ever cared about him.// Every time she looked into those onyx eyes of his, she had seen, just below the surface, the depths of fear, pain, and solitude he had accumulated through his life under the tyrant, Frieza. She remembered what Goku had told her, about Vegeta's dying moments. Frieza had kept him down his entire life, shaping him into a cold, heartless mercenary. Vegeta had never gotten the chance to be himself. No wonder he cried. She cringed. //I wish I could show him that he's not really alone. She wanted desperately to be there for him. To show him what it was like to have a friend. But she knew he would never open up to her. His enormous pride stood in the way. Bulma set her jaw, determinedly. //No. I won't let that stop me. He deserves for someone to care about him... Everyone deserves that.// She drifted off to sleep, still trying to figure out just how it was that she would get through to him.
Yeah, I know this fic is having serious mood swings from funny and pointless to serious and... pointless... Well, anyways, hope you liked it. Chapter three is FINALLY up... And things get a little more complicated. There isn't quite as much humor... But you finally get to find out why I called the fic "Chocolate Ice Cream"...
Warning: This fic doesn't exactly take itself seriously... Oh yeah, and things start to heat up in this chapter, so don't read it if you get offended by adult situations.
Oh, and sorry I forgot to tell y'all, but the title's gonna be explained in chapter 3 ^_^ I don't feel like giving *too* much away. Well, read on!
***
//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...
***
The next morning, Bulma awoke to the sounds of the gravity room. Vegeta was already up, training away. //Typical... I guess he was able to get over that little defeat last night, hehe...// Bulma smiled as she stretched and shook the cobwebs from her sleepy head. She glanced at the clock to check the time. 11:30! //Wow, I must've really been tired! Well, better get up and make some grub before I have to listen to the prince of whiners gripe about me trying to starve him.// She ventured downstairs in her flannel pj's to start preparations for lunch. Bulma knew she wasn't the best cook alive, but she could make a mean toasted cheese sandwich... //Now Vegeta, on the other hand...// Bulma snickered, remembering Vegeta's first attempt at cooking. He'd tried to cook soup in a pot... in the microwave... Needless to say, they'd had to go out and buy a new one. //Not that we don't have the money...//
She had just finished gathering the 2 loaves of bread, crock of butter, and block of cheese she would need when the phone rang. Overjoyed to get some interaction with the outside world, Bulma ran to the phone and picked it up. "Moshi, moshi!"
"Hey, babe! Glad you're up!"
"Hi Yamcha!" Bulma did her best to sound happy, but lately she had been feeling that her long relationship with her first boyfriend ever was somehow coming rapidly to a close. "What's up?"
"Well, I was wondering if you were busy tonight… I thought maybe we could hook up and go out to a club or dinner or something. I really need a break from this training."
No matter how much their relationship may be slipping, Yamcha was always fun to go hang out with. "Yeah, sure! Going out on the town might get my mind off having to spend the next two weeks alone with the Prince of Assholes..."
"Oh, Kami! Your parents left you alone in the house with that... that monster?!" Yamcha didn't even give her a chance to respond. "I'm coming over! I'll be there in a little while, I just need to get cleaned up first."
"Yamcha, that's really not necessary. I can-"
"No, no buts, I'm coming over there. I don't trust him, especially not when your parents aren't around to keep him in check."
Bulma chuckled at how protective he was being. "A little jealous, are we?"
"Not jealous... I just want to make sure you're ok. I'll be over there in a little while. We can spend the day together! We haven't done that in so long, it'll be fun!"
Bulma smiled. //Yes, it would be fun to spend the day just chilling out and not fretting myself over projects, or the gravity machine, or cooking dinner for that unappreciative... Woah, wait a minute. Why do your thoughts keep going back to him, baka?// She sighed. "Ok, sure. It WILL be fun."
"That's the spirit! I'll see you in a while, ok?"
"Ok, bye!"
"Bye!"
Bulma hung up the phone and leaned back against the counter, letting out a frustrated sigh. //Why was he so insistent? Does he really think that Vegeta would harm me? C'mon, Vegeta would never lay a finger on me in malice.// She gasped. How could she be so certain of that? She didn't know, but somehow, deep within her, she felt it. Shrugging off the haze of her deep contemplation, she returned to prepare the mass quantity of toasted cheese sandwiches required for Vegeta's lunch.
Just as she was finished buttering the slices of bread, she heard the telltale slam of the gravity machine's door. 5... 4... 3... 2... The front door flew open. "Is my lunch prepared yet," Vegeta bellowed while walking down the hall towards the kitchen. Bulma looked over her shoulder just in time to glimpse him walking in through the doorway, towel slung over his shoulders, sweat beading on his perfectly sculpted body, spandex shorts clinging to him, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination. //Kami, I'm eyeing him up right in front of him!// Blushing embarrassedly, she tore her gaze away. "Hold your horses, it'll be done in a few minutes." Her voice lacked the conviction it normally held while she ordered him around.
Vegeta smirked at her display. //This is going to be WAY too easy.// His smirk widened as he sauntered up behind her.
Bulma looked down from her slice of bread to notice two gloved hands place themselves on either side of her on the counter. Hot breath on the back of her neck sent tingles up and down her spine. He finally pressed the entire length of his body against her. She gasped as her temperature rose. Just the contact was enough to arouse her. //Kami, what's happening?! Vegeta can't make you feel this way, he's an arrogant, stupid-// her thoughts stopped abruptly as he brushed his lips against her earlobe, then nibbled on it gently, flicking at it with a skilled tongue. //NO! You have to resist!// "V-Vegeta... N... N-no... Uhhn!!!" He stopped her half-hearted resistance, tracing the outline of her ear gently with his tongue. She couldn't contain a soft moan of pleasure as she instinctively leaned back against him and exposed her neck. He accepted her silent offer, caressing her neck and shoulder softly with his lips and tongue, nipping every so often at her supple flesh. He nearly let go a chuckle as her breathing became very noticeably heavy, and she let out an unbridled moan of pleasure. //She's about to lose herself// he thought smugly, smirking against her neck. //Can't let that happen, now can I?// She whimpered in protest when he ceased his ministrations. He chuckled, and with a final, nearly playful nip at her neck, removed himself and sat down at his usual spot, awaiting his meal. All Bulma could do was turn around and stare at him, jaw slack and blinking repeatedly. "Who's looking now," He asked triumphantly.
Bulma's mind was racing. //What the??? How the??? Why the??? GAAAH!// She screamed internally as she realized that she'd just nearly surrendered herself to the most arrogant, demanding, unappreciative ASSHOLE in the universe. //But Kami, what an incredible feeling! Where did he learn how to do that?!// Bulma turned bright red and forced herself to continue making Vegeta's lunch. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of watching her get angry. She finished, sat the platter of sandwiches in front of him, and a plate with just one for herself. All she could do was just stare at the plate and try to figure out how to handle the situation.
Vegeta paused between gulps and noticed her in her confusion. //Well, it looks like I was a little too much for her to handle. Maybe I did go a little too far, though.// His smirk broadened as he watched her try to figure herself out. //Hey, Vegeta-sei to Vegeta!!! Get your mind off that little weakling and finish your food so you can go train and become stronger than that baka, Kakarrott!// Vegeta shook his head a little and returned to his sandwiches. He looked up at her again... //There's something about her... NO! Just stick to yourself, you don't need her...//
Just then, the door was nearly thrown open, and Yamcha ran in. "Bulma! Bulma-chan? Oh, there you are!" He grinned, seeing her at the kitchen table. He immediately noticed her somber expression, and the slight flush to her cheeks. "Bulma-chan, are you feeling alright? Vegeta hasn't been bothering you, has he?!" He looked accusingly over at Vegeta, who was down to his last few sandwiches. Vegeta gave him his best "go-to-hell" look. //Hehe, if you only knew, baka. Just a few minutes ago, she was nearly *begging* me to "bother" her.//
"No, Yamcha, I'm just not feeling like myself today."
"Well, that's about to change! C'mon, lets go have some fun!" Bulma's face brightened. It seemed as if the day might be salvageable, after all that weirdness in the kitchen. //I guess he took my actions last night as a challenge... Well, he just caught me off guard is all. Next time, I'll be ready for it.// Bulma paled when she caught her thoughts. Next time? She didn't want to admit it, but she was secretly craving a "next time". Vegeta had done things to her without even touching her with his hands that Yamcha had never been able to do. //Yamcha...//
"Okay, let's get going," she said, trying to remain chipper, but those thoughts just kept nagging at the back of her mind. The day out with Yamcha promised to be fun, at least. //Just try and keep your mind on the present, Bulma. A little teasing shouldn't get you this worked up!// "So, what do you have planned?"
Yamcha grinned with excitement. "Well, I thought maybe we could go to the amusement park, my treat. And afterwards, go to that old ice cream parlor we always used to go to. For old time's sake."
Bulma grinned back at him. She pecked him affectionately on the cheek, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "Yamcha, where did you learn to be so thoughtful?"
"You taught me." He smirked.
"Oh, yeah! Now I remember..." It was always fun to joke around with him. "Well, what're we waiting for, let's go!" She took Yamcha's hand and they left without another word to Vegeta.
"::Hmph:: Humans and their stupid *relationships*"... //A little jealous, Vegeta?// "NO!" He shouted out loud at himself. //Come on, admit it. You wish it were you. You that she kisses lovingly on the cheek? You that she holds close before she falls asleep at night?// "NO! YOU'RE WRONG!!! I can't possibly..." He trailed off, head reeling from the assault of his subconscious. "No! She's physically attractive, nothing more. She doesn't care about me, and I could give a shit less about her." //You keep telling yourself that, Vegeta.// "I will!!! I'm going to train. Leave me the hell alone." He jumped up from the table, leaving a mess for Bulma to clean up, and nearly ran to the gravity room.
***
Bulma stared at the ceiling of her bedroom, listening to the slow, rhythmic breathing of the man laying next to her. It had turned out to be a pretty enjoyable day. Goofing off, playing carnival games, riding rides like when they were young. When they had come back, they had gone straight to bed... But it seemed to lack something. Just like all the other times as of late. Bulma studied the patterns of the paint on the ceiling more intently and wondered: When had they stopped making love, and started just 'having sex'? She sighed, frustrated. They were still great friends, but somewhere along the line, that romantic spark had vanished. Now their bedroom activities were more for physical release than a show of love and devotion.
Her contemplation was broken by a low rumble from outside. //Vegeta...// Why couldn't she stop thinking about him lately? //It's not like that thing he did to your neck was THAT great... Was it?// But then she realized she'd been having thoughts about him long before that awkward episode. //Yeah, but there's no way he could be thinking about me in the same way... All he ever thinks about is training to become more powerful than Goku, not to mention pestering me about his food.// Bulma rolled over, pulling the comforter up around her shoulders. //Well, at least you have Yamcha... That means you're not alone.// Her eyes snapped open. Alone? //Gosh, Vegeta must be so alone. No one's ever cared about him.// Every time she looked into those onyx eyes of his, she had seen, just below the surface, the depths of fear, pain, and solitude he had accumulated through his life under the tyrant, Frieza. She remembered what Goku had told her, about Vegeta's dying moments. Frieza had kept him down his entire life, shaping him into a cold, heartless mercenary. Vegeta had never gotten the chance to be himself. No wonder he cried. She cringed. //I wish I could show him that he's not really alone. She wanted desperately to be there for him. To show him what it was like to have a friend. But she knew he would never open up to her. His enormous pride stood in the way. Bulma set her jaw, determinedly. //No. I won't let that stop me. He deserves for someone to care about him... Everyone deserves that.// She drifted off to sleep, still trying to figure out just how it was that she would get through to him.
Yeah, I know this fic is having serious mood swings from funny and pointless to serious and... pointless... Well, anyways, hope you liked it. Chapter three is FINALLY up... And things get a little more complicated. There isn't quite as much humor... But you finally get to find out why I called the fic "Chocolate Ice Cream"...