Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic Dancer ❯ Not Good with Sharing ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Well figured I might as well get another chapter out. Now, I don’t know if anybody noticed, but I´m using ‘Earth’ time in this story. So, days, weeks, months, etc. will be used. It’s just for there to be less confusion and a better sense of time. I know it’s not really an important fact to point out, but I just thought I’d let someone know. What this story really is about is Bulma and Veggie-head anyways.

Well, Enjoy.



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Not Good with Sharing



Bulma had at the end convinced Goku that going about the ship while there were guards around and she following behind him was a bad idea. That day she didn’t get to ‘snoop’ around. Better safe than sorry.

Goku wouldn’t have been able to get her inside the control center anyways, seeing as how it was always occupied and knowing that Vegeta spent most of his time there. However, he was able to get her inside the ship’s lab and inform her about the times it was least occupied.

Right after she worked out and showered, they went to check out the lab. Goku had access to enter as he pleases; only needing finger print identification. Thus, getting in wasn’t a problem. She didn’t enter until her spiky haired companion would give her the sign that all his other comrades had left, leaving the room empty for them.

It wasn’t such a big lab, seeing as how it was in a ship that´s main purpose was speed. The lab had a dim green lighting that made Bulma feel as if she was inside a sci-fi movie. There were all sorts of tubes, flasks, burners, bottles, beakers, some live animals, testers, computers, and machinery. Her eyes darted every which way recognizing most things as other things left her itching to investigate. They continued walking toward the widest wall in the room where the biggest computer sat, fully equipped with screens, key boards, the works.

Once Goku had put in his password, he left her to browse and search around.

However, Bulma didn’t find anything of any used to her. She did find out that there was a black-hole between them and Vegeta-sei. That would definitely set them back time-wise, although she wasn’t sure whether or not Vegeta was in a hurry to get the Atlantica purge done. Regardless, surely he wouldn’t be dumb or crazy enough to try and barely get by it.

‘Well, I hope not.’ she though.

Blue eyes went over to look over at Goku, he being right behind her watching her as she fiddled around with keys; opening and closing documents, maps, charts, and many other things on the screens in front of her.

“So, what do you think?” she asked him, nodding over at the screen containing information on the ship’s fastest course to his home planet.

“Well, I know Vegeta isn’t too happy about what’s in the way.”

“He will take precaution and dodge it appropriately, right?” she asked as she looked back at the screen.

“I don’t know. Last time he didn’t.”

Her hair whipped around as she looked back up at him, unbelieving.

Goku looked at her surprised expression and laughed.

“I’m pretty sure he won’t do it this time though.”

She frowned at him, “Hmm, I hope you’re right.”

Fingers flew as she continued to type, both sets of eyes darting around following the screens.

Bulma sighed in frustration. “It doesn’t tell us anything we don’t already know.” she explained as she turned to face Goku, leaning on the stand the keyboards were on.

“So, what do you think we should do now?” he asked, his eyes still on the screen.

She contemplated his question, trying to think of ways that could benefit her and Goku alike, “How exactly do you Saiyans battle?”she genuinely asked.

“Well… punching and kicking and such.” he answered, confused at her question.

She smiled as she let out a giggle. “You really are a goof-ball. What I mean is if you just use hand on hand combat, weapons, and if so what kind, do you use any kind of equipment to help you win battles?...”

“The hand on hand battle thing that you said… we just about only use that. And we use our kis to make power blast.”

“Is that it? You don’t use any kind of equipment?”

Goku pondered over that for a while.

¨Just our armor and scouter.¨ he answered.

She definitely remembered that Frieza and his henchmen always wore the same armor and scouters that Goku mentioned. The blue haired dancer knew there was a way or two to improve the armor just by simply observing it, but she never had a chance to fiddle around with a scouter to ever find a way to improve that as well.

Bulma turned back around to look at the screen and furiously started typing.

“We are probably going to come back. Is that ok with you?”

“Yeah. Sounds good to me. What are you doing?”

“Just kinda hacking into the cameras from this computer to delete the footage of us entering and replacing with other footage from before.”

“Oh.”

“And Goku… do you mind if I borrow your scouter?”

“Sure thing.”

Bulma looked at him through the corners of her eyes, once again feeling guilt at how easily Goku was able to trust her. Nonetheless, her eyes went back to the screen. She finished and turned toward the friendly Saiyan.

“Shall we?” she said as she stuck out her arm for Goku to hold.

His arms were entirely too big to loop around hers so he gently wrapped his tail around her forearm.

“Hey, B…” he started as they made their way out of the lab. “… how’d you learn all of that?” he motioned toward where they had just left.

“‘That’ my friend, is an awfully boring story, you wouldn’t want you waste your time hearing.”


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Dark eyes looked out into the dark abyss that was space. He truly wished that he could hurry the journey to Vegeta-sei so he can start heading over to Atlantica and finishing off his assignment.

He had gone over the strategy he and his troops were going to carry out, along with a contingency plan. All in all, he felt confident about his takeover of the water planet.

He turned around to give a once over to the control center of his ship. Everything was running smoothly, all he was worried about was getting by that black-hole. He didn’t like to waste time but he wasn’t about to have happen what happened last time. No, there was too much at stake and although he can risk his own life, he wasn’t about to risk his troops lives as well.

Vegeta went back to look out the window again, his mind still occupied with the things he has to do once he gets home. All the congregations, politics, and social events; he wasn’t looking forward to any of them.

“Sir?”

His thoughts were interrupted, making his tail lightly twitch. He looked over to Nappa, watching him bow. Vegeta gave a nod, indicating he accepted the show of respect and allowing him to continue. Nappa acknowledged the sign, as he too came over to his right side to look out the window with him as well. Vegeta didn’t say anything as he waited for his soldier to begin.

“Did you have any other orders you would like me to fulfill?” he asked, his hands placed behind his back.

“Not as of right now.”

Both men stood silent as they continued to look out into the starry outside.

“Permission to speak openly, sir?” Nappa requested.

“Speak.” Vegeta allowed.

“The men were talking about your guest.”

“Oh, is that so?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and looking up at Nappa. “So, what about her?”

“We all think that it would do everyone a good amount of good to have her…ahem… perform for us; to take the men’s minds off of the mission and to take some stress away.”

“And what kind of ‘performance’ did you and the troops have in mind?”

Vegeta could feel the uncomfortable state of the taller, bald Saiyan. Plus, he could swear he saw him blush.

A corner of his mouth went up as he grinned at the awkwardness his soldier got himself into.

“Well, sir…” Nappa began “…something along the lines of how she performed at the Planet Frost, but perhaps not so conservative. That is, if you would allow us the pleasure.”

Just as fast the grin on his lips appeared, it faded, turning into a scowl.

Even as a kid, Vegeta has never been good with sharing. It’s as true today as it was then. The blue haired, blue eyed woman is his toy, and he wasn’t ready to lend her over just yet. However, he can’t deny his troops a little fun.

“I’ll tell you what… I will grant you and the troops’ request. However, she will not be dancing for anyone till we get back home to Vegeta-sei. Our people will have a welcome home celebration and she will be part of the entertainment.” Vegeta decided, looking over at Nappa.

True to a Saiyan warrior, he stood straight with no emotion detected anywhere on his face, but Vegeta caught a flicker of slight disappointment in his eyes as well as his ki.

“Agreed?” Vegeta tested.

“Yes, agreed, Sir.” he answered back.

“Very well, you are dismissed.”

With that, Nappa turned on his heels and went back to his station.

No, Vegeta wasn’t ready to share.


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Bulma sat on the scarlet bed, with a scouter in hand. She handled it delicately as she observed it from every angle. She definitely needed to find some tools to open the gadget up.

She placed it over her eye, testing how it works, finding it odd. You would think that an object over one eye would be uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. It didn’t seem to mess with depth perception either. Symbols flashed along the red lens as well as arrows to help pinpoint.

‘I need to get more familiar with the Saiyan language.’ blue haired dancer thought to herself as the scouter detected a presence coming toward the room, registering that it was none other than the ‘Prince’ of Vegeta-sei himself.

She quickly put the device away and positioned herself on her side, ready for the flame haired man.

Bulma noticed that the Prince favored black and red, so she had dressed in black lingerie with little red hearts on them, hoping to please him. Plus, she wore a matching satin robe that came a little over the knees on top of that.

The door to the room opened and Vegeta came in, a menacing scowl etched on his handsome face.

“How was your day, Your Highness?” she asked in a low voice, sounding very much like a purr.

Ebony eyes looked over at her, telling her that he wasn’t in the mood for chit-chat tonight.

‘Great.’ she thought. ‘He’s in one of ‘those’ moods.’

He proceeded to take of his cape, armor, and clothes till he was in nothing but his boxers.

Her eyes followed him as he did so, watching him as he took a seat on his bead, sighing as he did so. His eyes were shut for a moment, then opening up to stare right at her.

Bulma took this as a cue and slowly went over to him, seeming to slither till she made her way behind him. She sat down and began rubbing the muscles on his back.

As always, the Saiyan ruler tensed up till he became comfortable with her ministrations and relaxed to her touch, his tail uncoiled from around his waist and placed it on his lap.

A low moan escaped, sounding as if it came from his deep within his chest. Vegeta all the more relaxed into her arms, closing his eyes and leaning onto her, blocking her contact with his back.

However, she wrapped her arms over his shoulders and, rubbing his chest up and down, earning her another low moan. She continued her stroking, hard oblique muscles twitching as she passed over them.

Her lips curled into a smile. “You’re ticklish.” she whispered to herself.

Vegeta heard her comment and growled, opening his eyes and looking at her from the corners of them, warning her about his sensitive area.

Bulma gave a little laugh as she understood his look, “I’m sorry, I’ll try not to tickle you, ok?”

Satisfied with her response, he closed his eyes again.

“You didn’t answer my question.” she pointed out.

“What question was that?” the dark haired male asked, seeming to be in a better mood.

“How was your day?”

He frowned, his mind being brought back to the problems he faced with and about his Kingdom.

“Why in blue hell would you like to know, woman?”

“Just to make conversation. Maybe one day I’d be able to help you.”

Vegeta let out a mocking chuckle to that. “I highly doubt that.”

Bulma flushed with anger, pausing her stroking, as she attempted to control her erupting emotion.

“Don’t get angry, woman.” he teased as he felt her ki flare, making him grin with amusement.

Nevertheless, she went back to her ministrations, one hand going over to his hair, combing it with her fingers.

“I’ve been told that there’s a black-hole on the way to your planet…” she continued, not backing down just yet. “…I’ve also been told that you barely managed to escape it last time. I assume you’re going to take preventative measures this time.”

“You’re assuming correctly.” he answered a bit annoyed. “It will be a waste of time to go around it though.”

Bulma thought about his that, processing all of the information she knew about the subject in hand.

“Are you in a hurry to get back to Vegeta-sei?”

“Somewhat.”

“Do you have a way to measure the black-hole?”

He growled at her questioning, “What are you trying to get at?”

“If you could measure how big it is, say by using a laser or an x-ray telescope, you can find a way to safely go by it. The size is equivalent to the gravitational pull it has. If you find out its size and plug it into ‘so’ equation, you can find out the exact distance the black-hole’s pull expands to. That way you won’t have to go all the way around it or guess where it’s safe to go by. All you will need then is to carefully navigate on the exact points given.”

Vegeta got up and turned around to look at her, scowling at her as his tail wrapped around his hips, not believing the sense she just made.

“Really? And how do you know that?”

“Who doesn’t know that?” she asked back, seeming to challenge him. “Would you like me to do the homework and give you the coordinates later?”

“Humph.” was all the Prince could say, unknowing if he could trust her suggestion.

“Don’t you want to arrive to Vegeta-sei sooner?”

He glared at her, and then sighed as another thought crossed his mind.

“Speaking of arriving to my planet, you will be performing at the welcome home celebration my people will be having.”

“Oh?”

“You will be one of the… entertainments scheduled for the night.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.” Bulma answered, stroking his ego. “How would you like me to dance?”

“How?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well, of course. I can do some acrobatics.” she stood up on the bed, wanting to demonstrate. She stood by the edge and back flipped off it as she spun in the air, landing effortlessly on the ground.

When she gazed up at him, Bulma could tell he was intrigued by her act.

“I can do something more artful.” the dancer continued as she twirled in a ballerina way, her feet elegantly pointed as she leaped and executed split jump in the air.

“I could do much more, in any variation you like.” she explained as her eyes lit up with a twinkle that didn’t go unnoticed by Vegeta. “I can also do your favorite.”

Blue dancer gradually walked back up to the bed. Vegeta’s tail unwound from his hips as he looked at her with anticipation, knowing what her body language was telling him.

“Would you like me to dance for them the way I dance for you?” she asked as the made her way to him, her hips swaying from one side to another.

She, however, didn’t make it to the bed just yet. Bulma took her time as she turned to look in the opposite direction, rotating her hips, so ‘His Highness’ could follow her rear end, the satin robe she wore emphasizing her movements as the material glimmered under the soft lighting. She looked back at him over her shoulder and saw that he was indeed doing so.

Caring on her dance, she moved one arm above her and the other in front of her. The arm in front of her guided her body till the dancer once again faced him.

Using her chest, she made her body do a wave, as her belly rolled followed by a small hip shimmy.

Her eyes didn’t stop watching at him, looking at Vegeta as he looked back at her. She would be lying to herself if she said that this didn’t make her nervous. It did, especially seeing that there was no music to dance to or to distract her.

Yet, that wasn’t about to make her stop, as she finally made it to his bed and with one quick jump landed on the bed, standing up straight with her feet apart and hands balled up into a fist, looking down at him.

Vegeta smirked at that, finding that pose very Saiyan like. He gave her a nod, motioning for her to come and sit by him.

But she shook her head, earning her a frown from the Saiyan King. She went over to him and circled him slowly, stepping over his legs when needing to.

“So, have you decided?” she asked. “Do you want me to do to them what I do to you?”

He let out a growl and shot his hands toward her ankle, trying to get a hold of it, but she reflexively jumped, barely evading his hand.

She laughed, finding the ‘bedroom play’ rather enjoyable, that is until she heard him growl again, although all the more threatening this time. Nonetheless, he didn’t move from his sitting position, his tail stirring annoyed behind him.

Bulma knew that she was irritating him, but continued her act as she untied the soft tie that held her robe together, doing so torturously slow.

“King Vegeta…” she started saying, again making sure his eyes were following her movements. “… you said that you will eventually get tired of me. So, what better way to get rid of me than to have me dance for your troops? One of them is bound to want to keep me after you’re done… right?”

The flame haired Saiyan was indeed getting agitated by her teasing. Dark iris trailed after her hand as she touched her body along her neck and slowly over her breasts and then down her stomach.

Vegeta let out one final loud growl just as he quickly pounced over at the dancer.

“Ooph!” was the noise she let out and before Bulma knew it, she was laying on the bed, with a rather angry Saiyan above her, his hands pinning her wrists down.

“What exactly are you trying to say?!” Vegeta all but yelled at her.

She hadn’t noticed that his breathing had elevated, as his rasped, heated breaths burned her skin.

“Do you honestly think that your attempt to make me jealous would work?!” he squeezed his hold on her wrists all the more.

“You’re hurting me.” she firmly stated, hoping he’d loosen his grip on her.

“I’ll hurt you whichever way I want.” he responded venomously, frightening her some.

She felt his tail wrap around her thigh, all the while he took both of her wrists in one hand, leaving his other hand free.

He opened her robe up, his eyes taking in her garment. His hand made its way to her stomach and felt his way up, traveling were her hands had just been, in between the valley of her breast, up her neck, and back down again.

Black eyes met rebellious blue. “Listen to me, woman…” he said, sounding dead serious. “…you are mine till the day I say otherwise.”

He all the more got closer to her, his lips along her ear, his body just about squishing hers.

“Don’t you even think about your next male.” Vegeta harshly whispered, followed by his teeth lightly nipping the delicate skin of her neck, arousing shivers along her spine. “I’ve never been good with sharing, woman. So don’t provoke me.”

His grasp of her wrists relaxed, which she was inwardly thankful for. She felt his lips start making a trail along her neck, making her forget some of the fear he had invoked in her with his comments.

“Mmmmm.” she moaned as his still hot breath traveled along her collar-bone and up to the other side of her neck.

“Like I said…” he heatedly said along her ear, “…your mine till the day I say otherwise.”

He stopped holding back as he savagely pressed his lips on hers, deeply kissing her, stressing what he had just said.

His rather hungry taking of her had left Bulma with one thought…

‘Is this possessive natured King finally starting to fall for me? Is my plan finally working?’


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A/N: So what did you think? Uh-oh, is Vegeta finally falling for our Bulma a-la dancer?

I’ve mentioned before that I was having the characters be OOC just for my story’s sake. I hope I won’t disappoint anybody by doing so. I would like to point out the Bulma’s relationship with Goku will be important, so if you’d like, pay a little close attention to how they are with one another ^_^

Let’s see… again I’ve never been good with science, but I did do some research on black-holes. Now before anyone says anything, what I’ve wrote down about them on the story is a load of BS (lol, don’t kill me). Black-holes aren’t the all powerful ‘vacuum cleaners’ Hollywood movies make them out to be. However, I much rather prefer the Hollywood version of it instead of the real one. Bulma’s scientific mumdo-jumbo did sound pretty good though, right?