Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Calls ❯ Water Games ( One-Shot )

Destiny Calls
Interlude 2 - Water Games

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For your reading pleasure, a trio of lime-scented stories.

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Yawning hugely, Kakarott made his way to his quarters, or rather, his and Chichi's quarters. The young saiya-jin had had a busy day and was looking forward to a quiet evening with his mate. He grinned, okay maybe not quiet. Reaching their rooms he keyed open the door and the most heavenly smell came rushing out. 'Chi's cooking!'

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"Wow Chi, this is great!" Kakarott complimented between mouthfuls.

"Arigato," she replied, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. It didn't matter that he said that every time she cooked, she knew that he truly enjoyed her work and that pleased her immensely. Smiling at her mate, Chichi started clearing the table, her hips swaying suggestively with every step.

All this was not lost on Kakarott, his eyes were glued to his mate's backside, focusing mainly on her pert rear. 'I wonder how she'd look with a tail,' he thought idly, his own tail swishing lazily.

Humming a light tune, Chichi began washing and was pleasantly surprised when Kakarott placed his dishes on the counter beside her. "Arigato K-chan."

Kakarott smiled in return and placed a warm hand on Chichi's delicate arm, "Can I help?"

Surprised, but by no means displeased, the Chikyuu warrioress smiled and tossed a towel on his head. "Yep, you can dry." Mock-pouting, Kakarott pulled off the towel and did as requested, diligently working with his love. Feeling playful, Chichi glanced sideways at her mate and decided to have a little fun with him. Rinsing off a plate she raised it just a little too close to the faucet and "accidentally" sprayed Kakarott in the face.

"Hey!" he sputtered, wiping his face, "I don't need another shower!"

"Oh, gomen ne, K-chan!" Chichi exclaimed, offering him the wide-eyed and innocent look which merely confirmed Kakarott's suspicions.

'Sneaky woman,' he thought, returning to his task but keeping a wary eye on her, just in case.

Chichi had to supress a grin, she was sure he'd fallen for it! 'And he looks sooo cute when he's being indignant.' Just to be on the safe side, she rinsed several dishes normally before spraying him again.

"All right, that's it!" Grinning evilly Kakarott snagged the sprayer and proceeded to soak his mischievous mate. Shrieking in surprise, Chichi raised her hands in a block deflecting some of the water back at Kakarott. Chuckling despite being wet again, he started whipping the sprayer up and down rendering Chichi's block ineffective. Not one to down easily she grabbed a large pan from the sink, filled to the brim, and launched it's contents at her mate. The amount of water was more than enough to to drench the spiky haired saiya-jin and pause his assault. And the site of her soggy mate was enough to send Chichi into a screaming fit of laughter, Kakarott's spiky hair was sagging low around his head and the deer-in-the-headlights stare was priceless!

Regaining his composure, Kakarott watched his overly amused mate enjoy herself, her cheeks were lit with a healthy glow, chocolate eyes glittering in amusement, her chest heaving . . . . Kakarott's eyes narrowed and a predatory smirk replaced his usual grin as he took in Chichi's appearance. The powder blue blouse she was wearing was, like the rest of her, soaked. The thin material nearly see-through, revealing the white cotton bra she'd chosen to wear, the bra too was failing to cover much of anything, offering Kakarott a clear view of her hardening nipples. Growling loud enough to startle Chichi out of her laughing fit, Kakarott closed the short distance between them, tearing off her shirt and bra in one act. Gasping in delight as he suckled and nipped her breasts, Chichi tangled her fingers in Kakarott's unruly wet hair, holding him to her chest. With one hand on her back, the other on her rear and his tail around her waist, he cupped her buttocks, squeezing and lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Raising his head, Kakarott gazed into her passion-glazed eyes, "Let's finish this in our room, na?"

"But what about the mess?"

Kakarott chuckled and kissed her nose, "It can wait."

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Dawn. The golden sun of Chikyuu was just peeking above the horizon when Nagata sensed movement. Feigning sleep he cracked one eye open just far enough to spy Jianu stretching lazily. Cracking the kinks from her neck, the saiya-jin female yawned once, then bounded into the foliage. Jumping to his feet, Miraku trailed silently after her curious as to her motives. She wasn't bothering to hide her trail, though gaps would occur on occasion when the warrioress took to the trees. 'Little more monkey in her than she'll admit,' he thought, following her aerial path, 'but where is she going?' He soon got his answer in the form of the sound of a roaring waterfall. Cautiously peering through the wall of brush Jianu had disappeared behind just moments before, Miraku Nagata was treated to one of the most amazing views he'd ever seen. Standing on a large boulder close to the falls stood Jianu, her body suit lying in a pile of blue fabric at her feet. Swishing her tail in lazy arcs, Jianu padded to the boulder's edge and dove into the lake below. Her body out of sight, Miraku snapped out of his daze, shaking his head to clear it, 'She's amazing!', he thought, trying desperately and failing miserably, to keep his eyes from following her movement underwater. A warm, wet sensation on his upper lip enabled him to tear his eyes away momentarily, 'Shimatta! I've got a nosebleed!' Grabbing some leaves he wiped his lip and made the mistake of turning back towards the waterfall, freezing on the spot. Jianu had emerged from the lake and now stood under the roaring falls, the force of the water flattening her spiky hair. Miraku could only stare, his eyes wide as saucers, unconsciously tracing the water's path. Down curvy shoulders, around her full, round breasts, down her toned stomach, and finally trailing down to her womanhood or powerful hips to slide down her sleek legs.

Satisfied with her morning bath, Jianu emerged from the falls, flaring her ki to dry herself. Her head whipping towards the forest when she heard twigs snapping and branches rustling as though some creature had bolted. Sniffing the air, she couldn't smell anything, "Hmm, must have been an animal."

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Bolting through the forest, Nagata argued with himself. He knew that this should change nothing, so she was pretty? So what? He'd seen women just as beautiful before, some moreso. No big deal, right? But that damn little inner voice didn't seem to agree.

'Just because I saw her naked, doesn't change a damn thing.'

~'Of course not. Its been changing from the moment you started fighting her. You're falling in love,'~ his inner voice argued.

'I am NOT falling for her.'

~'Oh yes you are. Seeing her naked was just a bonus. Kind of like a wake-up call.'~

'People don't fall in love in one day. Besides she wants to kill me too.'

~'Are you sure?'~

Growling to himself, Miraku did the only sensible thing he could think of . . .he stopped thinking about it. He was afraid if he kept thinking, he just might do something he'd regret.

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"Come on Vegeta!"

"Iie."

"Onegai?"

"Iie!"

"But you'll look so good in them!"

"I said NO onna! Saiya-jin do not wear bathing suits!"

Putting her hands on her hips, Bulma glared darkly at the ouji. She'd tried being nice . . ."Chikyuu-jin do NOT swim in the nude, in public! You will wear these or else!" she threatened, shaking the swim trunks at him.

"Make me, onna."

AN: Famous last words, ne?

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'Baka onna, how does she do it?' Vegeta snarled silently, trailing after the cheerful scientist. They were on their way to one of the nearby lakes in the opposite direction of Jianu and Nagata.

"Kirei na!" Bulma exclaimed in delight, jolting the ouji from his silent contemplation. Floating above the crystalline blue water, Bulma looked like a water goddess descending to her domain. Her aqua tresses swirling around her head, the sun casting her pale skin in a heavenly glow. Flashing the ouji a dazzling smile, Bulma waved him down, "Don't just float there! Come on!" and wasting no more time, the aqua haired angel stripped off her tank top and shorts, revealing her makeshift swimsuit.

Somewhat irked he'd been caught staring, Vegeta glared after her before landing himself as well. 'What's wrong with me?'

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The lake water was cool, but not overly so, making it a a refreshing change from the hot June afternoon. A cool and content Bulma floated around the lake in lazy circles, kicking her legs occasionally to maintain her momentum. A soft gasp reached her ears and she smiled inwardly, things were going exactly as planned. Altering her course slightly, Bulma kicked towards the nervous ouji, not stopping until her head bumped against his solid chest.

Throughout all of this Vegeta had just stared, he couldn't seem to do much else since he'd seen her in that bathing suit. He'd barely been able to dive into the water after her and now she was heading his way. Her head bumped his chest and she pulled her legs under water, treading water as though she'd been born in it, and turned to face him.

"Having fun, Vegeta?"

Vegeta barely heard her, his attention focused on the downward path of a particular bead of water on her body. When he didn't answer, Bulma took a good look at his expression discovering that his eyes were right where she wanted them. Grinning playfully, she splashed him in the face, "Tag, you're it!" she caroled, diving under the surface.

Vegeta blinked and shook his head, "All right, onna. You can run, but you can't hide!" Diving after her, he spotted Bulma, she'd nearly made it to the other side of the lake! 'You'll be needing air soon, little one,' he thought smugly, propelling himself through the water with his ki.

Bulma came up gasping for air, her lungs gulping great amounts to replenish her depleted resources. But a sudden tug on her ankle sent her under again and into the arms of a smug saiya-jin no ouji. She glared darkly at him, her hair floating about her face like a halo(Vegeta nearly went into another staring fit) when suddenly her eyes went wide and she darted up. Confused, the saiya-jin followed, his hair flattening and falling to his shoulders when he broke surface. "Doushita*?" he asked, scanning the area for possible dangers. There was nothing in sight, adding to his confusion.

"Y-your trunks are gone!" she shrilled, pointing an accusatory finger at him, her face a brilliant shade of scarlet.

"So they are," he replied, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Well don't just float there, go find them!"

"iie."

"Nani?! What do you mean no?! I explained this before!"

Vegeta chuckled and crossed his arms, now HE had the upper hand. "Make me onna."

"ARGH!!" screaming in frustration and rage, Bulma jumped the cocky prince, forgetting his state of undress. Laughing Vegeta blocked her attacks for a bit before launching into an all-out tickle attack . Shrieking and giggling Bulma was forced to admit defeat so she could breathe again. Opening her mouth to berate him for being insensitive, the aqua-haired beauty was stunned speechless by his expression. Vegeta's eyes were impossibly wide, his face pale, mouth hanging open and a small trickle of blood ran from his nose. Following his line of sight, Bulma gasped in horror as she realized just what he was staring at. The top straps holding her swimsuit together had snapped during their horseplay, giving Vegeta an excellent view of her ample bosom. Squeaking in embarrassment, Bulma attempted to cover herself with one arm, paddling to shore with the other. Vegeta made no move to follow, just floated there stunned. Despite her embarrassing and unintentional exposure, she still couldn't help but be pleased with the whole situation. There was no doubt in her mind now, Vegeta was definitely interested. And to top it all off, she'd gotten to see most of his body too.

December 11, 2002

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Disclaimer: Here we go. I do not own any of the characters from Dragonball, Dragonball Z, or Dragonball GT. They are all the property of Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation, and Funimation Inc. However, all the other characters in my stories are mine. I'm not making any money off of this, its just for fun. And to top it off I'm a college student who works part-time at Wal-Mart so you know I don't have any money. So if you sue me you won't get anything.

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