Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY ❯ Policy of Truth ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Jubei_chan 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Psychological / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 261 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Psychological / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 261 | Status: Completed
VEGETABABE NOTES:
Many thanx to all who review!
Remember that the Japanese version of our Thanksgiving is their LaborDay/Thanksgiving....... more considered a 'Labor Day'. This year on Nov. 23 they will celebrate Labor/Thanksgiving Day, which is called "Kinro Kansha No Hi". For further explanations go to: http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e2062.html - This site is a Japanese guide to their holidays and an explanation and a bit of history. I will be using the Japanese name in the story instead of the word Thanksgiving.
Disclaimers: Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT, etc. belong to Akiya Toriyama, TOEI Entertainment, FUNimation, Viz Communications, Irwin Toys, Pioneer (for videos of early DBZ), etc. etc. 'Policy of Truth' is a song title by Depeche Mode from their 'Violator' album - so get the credit on that.......Monique, Ursula, Dina, Devon, Jason, the Chief, and Madeline are my creations that I can manipulate (*evil laugh*).
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FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY -
Part Two: 'Policy of Truth '
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Vegeta strode through to the kitchen, ~~Shimatta onna better have something decent!!~~ he thought darkly. He knew that the chances of that were slim, but she often had food catered in, so there might be some hope of an edible meal. He, however, met with the shock of his life. Bulma was busily cooking! She looked absolutely adorable in a little apron, loose tendrils of hair sprung everywhere, and flour dotting little places on her face. A delicious smell of roast was coming from the oven, and a quick survey of the stove top revealed delicious simmering vegetables in fragrant sauces. Bulma was actively punching the jigoku out of something white and spongy. Without even looking up she said, "Hey, luv, just sit a bit, and it'll be done soon" and proceeded to put the pale, glutenous mass in a rectangular pan. She quickly popped this into another oven space, then checked on the roasts, delicately basting them in their succulent juices.
"And just what is the meaning of this, Onna?" he quered rather suspiciously.
"What is the meaning of what? Why does everything have to mean something, Vegeta;.....I'm cooking a meal for us like a normal person..." she said rather nonchalantly.
In the back of his mind though, he felt an alarm go off.....~~Little majo is up to something......she'll spill it.......eventually~~ He decided to bide his time; after all, he was VERY persuasive, especially where his Mate was concerned. He would soon enough let it be known that he wouldn't do whatever it was she wanted; unless, of course, it was something HE wanted....then there was no problem.
"And since when do you find the desire to cook, Onna. I have never known you to cook; anything edible that is...." he smirked.
"Listen, Vegeta, I'm REALLY not in the mood for this.....I worked hard to cook a meal because I THOUGHT you might enjoy it! But, if you're gonna be a hiretsukan about it, I can always take it over to Son-kun's......at least HE would appreciate it."
"Silence, baka woman! I said nothing of the kind.....I just find it unusual that you would wish to do something you so obviously don't enjoy..." again said with that irritatingly, evil smirk.
"Well, bakayaro, you gotta lot to learn about lil' ole Bulma!" she retorted, with just as vicious, and evil a grin.
With that, she tossed off the little apron on to a nearby chair only to reveal a tight, little white leather dress she had just bought on sale. The scoop neck dress had a low riding back that opened all the way down to the lowest extreme point. The sleeveless little number had a leather crop jacket to match (which she had off because of the cooking), and the matching leather boots that came up to just below her knee. She had had her hair pulled up in a loose upswept style, tendrils framing her face; but with all the effort of cooking , a good many more wisps of hair were loose around her face. After she had managed to clean off most of the flour, she sauntered off to the living room, in that seductive sway that drove him crazy.
Vegeta emitted a low growl ~~So she wants to play, hhmmm?~~ and with that he followed her. He reached the living room, fixed with determination to put the minx in her place once and for all. He pulled off the breast plate of his battle suit, and carelessly tossed it to the floor. Then slowly, and EVER so carefully he peeled off the spandex undershirt to reveal the tan, rippling muscles of that massive chest. Even though he was shorter than Kakkarot, he was just as broad and strong; just more compact. He grinned a bit at the effect he was having on Bulma.....who was at that moment visibly pale, swallowing a gulp at the sight of him. ~~ Little majo, heh!~~...........
Bulma, however, was not that naive. She knew Vegeta liked to ' play' a bit.......and she also knew that this was exactly what she needed for her plan to work. She got up ever so slowly, slinked over to the smug Saiyan, and planted a hot, explosive kiss on his mouth.....and then promptly left.....back to the kitchen.
Vegeta just stood there, shaking, first in arousal, then in anger......~~How dare the onna toy with him!~~ He stalked after her, fuming ,"Just what do you think you're doing....."he growled threateningly, brows furrowed over eyes black with anger.........and deep physical need.
"Vegeta, I am doing absolutely nothing!" She walked back over to him and placed those cool little hands on that hot sweating chest, that was still heaving..........she leaned in ever so slightly, and licked the lips of his mouth and smiled, " Go take a shower, my luv. Dinner will be done by then....."
And with that, she walked away, this time toward the oven to baste the mouth-watering roasts once again.
Vegeta just growled more and stalked off back toward the living room. He gathered up his partially discarded battle armour, and then headed toward the shower. ~~That little jajauma better watch out......~~but he grinned in spite of that......things were definitely more amusing with his Mate around.
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The tiny apartment was cramped......thick with stale air. He had never really been what one to be a homebody. No, he prefered to roam; perhaps a throwback to his days as a desert bandit. He enjoyed the open air; nights spent under tents, and always being on the move to the next challenge. It was one of the reasons he loved baseball so much.....the professional team he played on was always on the move......to the next game.......the next town......the next conquest. Maybe that is why he found it so hard to stay true to Bulma. It wasn't her; she was wonderful and certainly everything a guy would want for a girlfriend. She was rich, smart, pretty, and fun to be with.....but it always seemed like something was missing.....
Yamcha had hid out in his cruddy little domicile for a week now.....ever since that horrific Halloween Party. Kami! The embarassment was more than he almost could handle.....if it hadn't been for his beloved Puar, well it could have been worse, although he couldn't imagine how.....and why hadn't the other Senshi defended him? That was really unlike them to not aid one of their own, when there was a need. The more he thought about the whole affair, the angrier he had gotten......rage had been slowly coming to a boil in that feverish little brain of his.....enough to even give Puar a scare....
"Yamcha, this really isn't healthy.....Just forget it! Everyone thought it was a performance that you agreed to do......so no harm's been done to your reputation! Rumor has it that your a great athlete and actor!" piped the little shape-shifter.
"That is not the point, Puar. It is the fact that I was made a fool of for no reason!"
"Well, that's not the way I heard it.....I overheard Chi-Chi and Bulma talking the next day at Goku's house..." grinned Puar.
"You WHAT?!"
"I overheard Chi-Chi and Bulma talking....I was curious! It seems that Bulma was able to get hold of your little black book. She called some of your old girlfriends and VOILA' the rest is history!"
"So this was all for revenge.....after all we've been through together, it was about revenge."
"Well, Bulma felt humilated and hurt for being stood up so many times and then dumped." reasoned the little cat.
"I never mistreated her! Besides, I never thought we had anything permanent going.....it's not like it was set in stone!"
"Not to her, Yamcha. A woman goes out with someone for almost 5 years, and she feels there is a commitment......admit it you messed up.."
"I might have messed up, but it didn't have to be done that way.....to turn all my friends against me......"
"They weren't against you, Yamcha. From what I overheard, they remained completely neutral.....all the Senshi were brought to a meeting to ensure no interference. They agreed as long as you were not harmed."
"NOT HARMED! What in the name of Kami do you call what happened to me?!! SHIMATTA! "
"Now, Yamcha, you're strong enough to overcome a situation like that......it's just at the time you were caught off guard by the situation before you could react....."
"I don't give a kuso, Puar! This is not going to go unanswered! I will NOT be made a fool of.....and that little jajauma is going to pay" he growled with a venom that Puar hadn't heard from her companion in a very long time.
"Yamcha......I don't think......."
"SILENCE! No one makes a fool of me.....without regretting it......" he spat in a deadly voice.......
Puar began to slowly fade into one of the darkened recesses of the apartment.....this was a Yamcha she didn't want to see.......
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Vegeta stepped into the hot streaming shower, and let the pulsating needles of warmth message his body. The minx had been right, as much as he didn't want to admit it.....the shower felt good, and it refreshened his senses after the strenous training. He rotated his head and neck in a circular fashion, allowing the water to kneed the tough tendons; releasing all the pent up irritations he experienced from not reaching his goal of Super Saiyan.
Once feeling a bit revived, he stepped out of the shower, only to find that Bulma had laid out a thick white drying cloth and a fresh battle suit for him.....the Onna was definitely up to something......but he wasn't going to interfere as long as she was accomodating his needs..... ~~at least she is learning her place~~ smirked the Saiyan Prince.
Quickly dressing, he strode downstairs to the dining hall to find the juicy roasts, vegetables, rice, and fresh baked bread on a well set table. Candles graced the table; and at the head of the table, lay a place setting in his honor. Vegeta could only stare.....SOMETHING was not right.....and he was going to get to the bottom of it immediately.......his eye narrowed suspiciously at his mate, "Onna! What is this about?!" he gestured irratically around with his hand to the extravagant meal, punctuating each gesture with a growl.
"Let me say this once more, REALLY SLOW, Vegeta, IT IS ABOUT NOTHING! I AM DOING THIS TO PLEASE US BOTH....IS THAT OKAY WITH YOU, OH HIGH AND MIGHTY BAKAYARO?!" she screamed.....Bulma was beginning to lose her cool....she knew it might blow her plans, but he always knew just what buttons to push to set her off.......
Vegeta winced at the shrill pitch of her voice, and decided at that moment, that perhaps it would be best to play this out, and make her reveal her plans a bit later.....he knew that Onna was not doing this to be nice........Come on! This was his Mate we were talking here!
He allowed Bulma to seat him, and watched in amazement as she reached for a huge platter, and began to heaping it with large size Saiyan portions. ~~Maybe the baka has hit her head?~~ he thought in a moment of irrationality. Bulma then began assembling her rather tiny plate, and then sat next to the flabbergasted Prince.
"Well, luv, aren't you going to try it?"
Vegeta merely grimmaced, and carefully reached to take a bite of the roast......as he slowly began to chew, he realized it really tasted marvelous!!! Where had the Onna learned this?........From Kakkarot's mate?
"Yes, Vegeta, I got it the recipe from Chi-Chi, but the cooking is all my own. I have been trying very hard to teach myself....and I must have succeed to some small degree.....right?"
He didn't say a word; but just nodded simply and continued to wolve down the delicious food. He may have been proud, but he was not a fool......especially when it came to food. Bulma smirked to herself, knowing that her ideas, and plans were beginning to succeed. It would still have to take careful planning not to tip her hand to soon, or all of this would be for nothing. They finished the rest of the meal in relative silence, with only the sound of Vegeta's eager chewing echoing in the room. When Bulma could see that he was done, she went back to the kitchen to program the servo-bots to clear things away. It was at this moment that she brought out one of the most scrumptious lemon meringue pies that Vegeta had ever laid eyes on.....
"Uhm, I was wondering, Vegeta, if you remember how special lemon meringue pies are....." Bulma said with a sensous little smile. But before Vegeta could really form a reply, she set the pie down in front of him. She then proceeded to remove her leather dress, peeling it off slowly, like a layer of skin. Indeed, it really was a layer of 'skin', because there were no undergarments to 'mess up' the sleekness of the dress. She dipped two fingers slowly into the creamy lemon pie, and spread the whipped confection over her neckline, down to her breasts......
Vegeta decided that enough was enough, "Shimatta, Onna, what are you trying to do?" he groaned. His head bent down to her neck at this moment as he began a series of suctioning kisses, tasting her and the creamy sweetness......Bulma heaved a shuttering sigh, as he slowly took little loving bites at her neck and down to her breasts.......
"My luv, let's finish dessert....." was all she managed to utter in a heated whisper before drowning in a sea of their love making.......
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(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry, kids, this will have to be an almost lemon.....as I have said before, I personally love lemons, but I am a little hesitant to try my hand just yet......I did once before and was screamed at for being a hentai! So I'm going to leave this to your imaginations........let them run really wild, and have fun.....let me know when you ready for the rest of the story.....[heh, heh] )........
(You're ready?....okay, onward ho......)
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Later that night, Bulma sleepily turned over in their bed to see Vegeta playing with one of the long wisps of her blue hair, "What is it Vegeta?"she said in a drowzy voice......she sounded so much like a sleepy little girl....
"I was wondering what brought this on, Onna; you still have not told me all" he said with a wicked grin.
"You never give up do you, baka?"
"Neither do you.....spill it Woman...."
"I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be doing some of the cooking from now on in time for Monique's rehearsal dinner is all.....that way you won't insult me in front of a multitude of people about me related to Lucrezia Borgia.....why I ever let you read more in Dad's study, after your research on Vlad Tepes, I'll never know......"
"Well, Onna, I thought you sounded so much alike...." he smirked.
"You see? That is JUST what I was talking about!!! As it is, I'm STILL going to have to be extremely careful, or else you'll make me a laughing stock in front of all my friends!" At this she sat up, completely forgetting her nudity, as her breasts bounced slightly with the exaggerated movements.
Bulma glowered at him, eyes snapping," I can see it won't do to have you show up at this thing.....Goku, Chi-Chi, and everyone else will be fine....BUT something will have to be done with YOU!" She was seething....
Vegeta gently pulled Bulma to him saying with a evil smile," You know, Onna, all you had to say was that you wanted me to be your escort, and I would have considered it...."
"VEGETA!!!! YOU KNEW!!! YOU SNAKE!!!! YOU KNEW WHAT I WAS TRYING TO DO!!!!"
The Saiyan Prince winced at the close proximity of her shouting, "Woman, you are my Mate.....and I am not a stupid bakayaro, like Kakkarot. I am the Crowned Prince of all of Vegeti-Sei!" He grabbed her even more closely, and pulled her into a firey kiss, "Come, my little majo, let's discuss something else"....... and before she could protest, Bulma found herself being thrown into more torrential waves of love making.....
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Next time on FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/THANKSGIVING PARTY: The girls decide on bridesmaid gowns, wedding plans get underway, Thanksgiving menus are decided and a dark force begins a sinister plan.
Many thanx to all who review!
Remember that the Japanese version of our Thanksgiving is their LaborDay/Thanksgiving....... more considered a 'Labor Day'. This year on Nov. 23 they will celebrate Labor/Thanksgiving Day, which is called "Kinro Kansha No Hi". For further explanations go to: http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e2062.html - This site is a Japanese guide to their holidays and an explanation and a bit of history. I will be using the Japanese name in the story instead of the word Thanksgiving.
Disclaimers: Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT, etc. belong to Akiya Toriyama, TOEI Entertainment, FUNimation, Viz Communications, Irwin Toys, Pioneer (for videos of early DBZ), etc. etc. 'Policy of Truth' is a song title by Depeche Mode from their 'Violator' album - so get the credit on that.......Monique, Ursula, Dina, Devon, Jason, the Chief, and Madeline are my creations that I can manipulate (*evil laugh*).
_________________________________________________________ ___
FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY -
Part Two: 'Policy of Truth '
___________________________________________________________
Vegeta strode through to the kitchen, ~~Shimatta onna better have something decent!!~~ he thought darkly. He knew that the chances of that were slim, but she often had food catered in, so there might be some hope of an edible meal. He, however, met with the shock of his life. Bulma was busily cooking! She looked absolutely adorable in a little apron, loose tendrils of hair sprung everywhere, and flour dotting little places on her face. A delicious smell of roast was coming from the oven, and a quick survey of the stove top revealed delicious simmering vegetables in fragrant sauces. Bulma was actively punching the jigoku out of something white and spongy. Without even looking up she said, "Hey, luv, just sit a bit, and it'll be done soon" and proceeded to put the pale, glutenous mass in a rectangular pan. She quickly popped this into another oven space, then checked on the roasts, delicately basting them in their succulent juices.
"And just what is the meaning of this, Onna?" he quered rather suspiciously.
"What is the meaning of what? Why does everything have to mean something, Vegeta;.....I'm cooking a meal for us like a normal person..." she said rather nonchalantly.
In the back of his mind though, he felt an alarm go off.....~~Little majo is up to something......she'll spill it.......eventually~~ He decided to bide his time; after all, he was VERY persuasive, especially where his Mate was concerned. He would soon enough let it be known that he wouldn't do whatever it was she wanted; unless, of course, it was something HE wanted....then there was no problem.
"And since when do you find the desire to cook, Onna. I have never known you to cook; anything edible that is...." he smirked.
"Listen, Vegeta, I'm REALLY not in the mood for this.....I worked hard to cook a meal because I THOUGHT you might enjoy it! But, if you're gonna be a hiretsukan about it, I can always take it over to Son-kun's......at least HE would appreciate it."
"Silence, baka woman! I said nothing of the kind.....I just find it unusual that you would wish to do something you so obviously don't enjoy..." again said with that irritatingly, evil smirk.
"Well, bakayaro, you gotta lot to learn about lil' ole Bulma!" she retorted, with just as vicious, and evil a grin.
With that, she tossed off the little apron on to a nearby chair only to reveal a tight, little white leather dress she had just bought on sale. The scoop neck dress had a low riding back that opened all the way down to the lowest extreme point. The sleeveless little number had a leather crop jacket to match (which she had off because of the cooking), and the matching leather boots that came up to just below her knee. She had had her hair pulled up in a loose upswept style, tendrils framing her face; but with all the effort of cooking , a good many more wisps of hair were loose around her face. After she had managed to clean off most of the flour, she sauntered off to the living room, in that seductive sway that drove him crazy.
Vegeta emitted a low growl ~~So she wants to play, hhmmm?~~ and with that he followed her. He reached the living room, fixed with determination to put the minx in her place once and for all. He pulled off the breast plate of his battle suit, and carelessly tossed it to the floor. Then slowly, and EVER so carefully he peeled off the spandex undershirt to reveal the tan, rippling muscles of that massive chest. Even though he was shorter than Kakkarot, he was just as broad and strong; just more compact. He grinned a bit at the effect he was having on Bulma.....who was at that moment visibly pale, swallowing a gulp at the sight of him. ~~ Little majo, heh!~~...........
Bulma, however, was not that naive. She knew Vegeta liked to ' play' a bit.......and she also knew that this was exactly what she needed for her plan to work. She got up ever so slowly, slinked over to the smug Saiyan, and planted a hot, explosive kiss on his mouth.....and then promptly left.....back to the kitchen.
Vegeta just stood there, shaking, first in arousal, then in anger......~~How dare the onna toy with him!~~ He stalked after her, fuming ,"Just what do you think you're doing....."he growled threateningly, brows furrowed over eyes black with anger.........and deep physical need.
"Vegeta, I am doing absolutely nothing!" She walked back over to him and placed those cool little hands on that hot sweating chest, that was still heaving..........she leaned in ever so slightly, and licked the lips of his mouth and smiled, " Go take a shower, my luv. Dinner will be done by then....."
And with that, she walked away, this time toward the oven to baste the mouth-watering roasts once again.
Vegeta just growled more and stalked off back toward the living room. He gathered up his partially discarded battle armour, and then headed toward the shower. ~~That little jajauma better watch out......~~but he grinned in spite of that......things were definitely more amusing with his Mate around.
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The tiny apartment was cramped......thick with stale air. He had never really been what one to be a homebody. No, he prefered to roam; perhaps a throwback to his days as a desert bandit. He enjoyed the open air; nights spent under tents, and always being on the move to the next challenge. It was one of the reasons he loved baseball so much.....the professional team he played on was always on the move......to the next game.......the next town......the next conquest. Maybe that is why he found it so hard to stay true to Bulma. It wasn't her; she was wonderful and certainly everything a guy would want for a girlfriend. She was rich, smart, pretty, and fun to be with.....but it always seemed like something was missing.....
Yamcha had hid out in his cruddy little domicile for a week now.....ever since that horrific Halloween Party. Kami! The embarassment was more than he almost could handle.....if it hadn't been for his beloved Puar, well it could have been worse, although he couldn't imagine how.....and why hadn't the other Senshi defended him? That was really unlike them to not aid one of their own, when there was a need. The more he thought about the whole affair, the angrier he had gotten......rage had been slowly coming to a boil in that feverish little brain of his.....enough to even give Puar a scare....
"Yamcha, this really isn't healthy.....Just forget it! Everyone thought it was a performance that you agreed to do......so no harm's been done to your reputation! Rumor has it that your a great athlete and actor!" piped the little shape-shifter.
"That is not the point, Puar. It is the fact that I was made a fool of for no reason!"
"Well, that's not the way I heard it.....I overheard Chi-Chi and Bulma talking the next day at Goku's house..." grinned Puar.
"You WHAT?!"
"I overheard Chi-Chi and Bulma talking....I was curious! It seems that Bulma was able to get hold of your little black book. She called some of your old girlfriends and VOILA' the rest is history!"
"So this was all for revenge.....after all we've been through together, it was about revenge."
"Well, Bulma felt humilated and hurt for being stood up so many times and then dumped." reasoned the little cat.
"I never mistreated her! Besides, I never thought we had anything permanent going.....it's not like it was set in stone!"
"Not to her, Yamcha. A woman goes out with someone for almost 5 years, and she feels there is a commitment......admit it you messed up.."
"I might have messed up, but it didn't have to be done that way.....to turn all my friends against me......"
"They weren't against you, Yamcha. From what I overheard, they remained completely neutral.....all the Senshi were brought to a meeting to ensure no interference. They agreed as long as you were not harmed."
"NOT HARMED! What in the name of Kami do you call what happened to me?!! SHIMATTA! "
"Now, Yamcha, you're strong enough to overcome a situation like that......it's just at the time you were caught off guard by the situation before you could react....."
"I don't give a kuso, Puar! This is not going to go unanswered! I will NOT be made a fool of.....and that little jajauma is going to pay" he growled with a venom that Puar hadn't heard from her companion in a very long time.
"Yamcha......I don't think......."
"SILENCE! No one makes a fool of me.....without regretting it......" he spat in a deadly voice.......
Puar began to slowly fade into one of the darkened recesses of the apartment.....this was a Yamcha she didn't want to see.......
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Vegeta stepped into the hot streaming shower, and let the pulsating needles of warmth message his body. The minx had been right, as much as he didn't want to admit it.....the shower felt good, and it refreshened his senses after the strenous training. He rotated his head and neck in a circular fashion, allowing the water to kneed the tough tendons; releasing all the pent up irritations he experienced from not reaching his goal of Super Saiyan.
Once feeling a bit revived, he stepped out of the shower, only to find that Bulma had laid out a thick white drying cloth and a fresh battle suit for him.....the Onna was definitely up to something......but he wasn't going to interfere as long as she was accomodating his needs..... ~~at least she is learning her place~~ smirked the Saiyan Prince.
Quickly dressing, he strode downstairs to the dining hall to find the juicy roasts, vegetables, rice, and fresh baked bread on a well set table. Candles graced the table; and at the head of the table, lay a place setting in his honor. Vegeta could only stare.....SOMETHING was not right.....and he was going to get to the bottom of it immediately.......his eye narrowed suspiciously at his mate, "Onna! What is this about?!" he gestured irratically around with his hand to the extravagant meal, punctuating each gesture with a growl.
"Let me say this once more, REALLY SLOW, Vegeta, IT IS ABOUT NOTHING! I AM DOING THIS TO PLEASE US BOTH....IS THAT OKAY WITH YOU, OH HIGH AND MIGHTY BAKAYARO?!" she screamed.....Bulma was beginning to lose her cool....she knew it might blow her plans, but he always knew just what buttons to push to set her off.......
Vegeta winced at the shrill pitch of her voice, and decided at that moment, that perhaps it would be best to play this out, and make her reveal her plans a bit later.....he knew that Onna was not doing this to be nice........Come on! This was his Mate we were talking here!
He allowed Bulma to seat him, and watched in amazement as she reached for a huge platter, and began to heaping it with large size Saiyan portions. ~~Maybe the baka has hit her head?~~ he thought in a moment of irrationality. Bulma then began assembling her rather tiny plate, and then sat next to the flabbergasted Prince.
"Well, luv, aren't you going to try it?"
Vegeta merely grimmaced, and carefully reached to take a bite of the roast......as he slowly began to chew, he realized it really tasted marvelous!!! Where had the Onna learned this?........From Kakkarot's mate?
"Yes, Vegeta, I got it the recipe from Chi-Chi, but the cooking is all my own. I have been trying very hard to teach myself....and I must have succeed to some small degree.....right?"
He didn't say a word; but just nodded simply and continued to wolve down the delicious food. He may have been proud, but he was not a fool......especially when it came to food. Bulma smirked to herself, knowing that her ideas, and plans were beginning to succeed. It would still have to take careful planning not to tip her hand to soon, or all of this would be for nothing. They finished the rest of the meal in relative silence, with only the sound of Vegeta's eager chewing echoing in the room. When Bulma could see that he was done, she went back to the kitchen to program the servo-bots to clear things away. It was at this moment that she brought out one of the most scrumptious lemon meringue pies that Vegeta had ever laid eyes on.....
"Uhm, I was wondering, Vegeta, if you remember how special lemon meringue pies are....." Bulma said with a sensous little smile. But before Vegeta could really form a reply, she set the pie down in front of him. She then proceeded to remove her leather dress, peeling it off slowly, like a layer of skin. Indeed, it really was a layer of 'skin', because there were no undergarments to 'mess up' the sleekness of the dress. She dipped two fingers slowly into the creamy lemon pie, and spread the whipped confection over her neckline, down to her breasts......
Vegeta decided that enough was enough, "Shimatta, Onna, what are you trying to do?" he groaned. His head bent down to her neck at this moment as he began a series of suctioning kisses, tasting her and the creamy sweetness......Bulma heaved a shuttering sigh, as he slowly took little loving bites at her neck and down to her breasts.......
"My luv, let's finish dessert....." was all she managed to utter in a heated whisper before drowning in a sea of their love making.......
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(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry, kids, this will have to be an almost lemon.....as I have said before, I personally love lemons, but I am a little hesitant to try my hand just yet......I did once before and was screamed at for being a hentai! So I'm going to leave this to your imaginations........let them run really wild, and have fun.....let me know when you ready for the rest of the story.....[heh, heh] )........
(You're ready?....okay, onward ho......)
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Later that night, Bulma sleepily turned over in their bed to see Vegeta playing with one of the long wisps of her blue hair, "What is it Vegeta?"she said in a drowzy voice......she sounded so much like a sleepy little girl....
"I was wondering what brought this on, Onna; you still have not told me all" he said with a wicked grin.
"You never give up do you, baka?"
"Neither do you.....spill it Woman...."
"I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be doing some of the cooking from now on in time for Monique's rehearsal dinner is all.....that way you won't insult me in front of a multitude of people about me related to Lucrezia Borgia.....why I ever let you read more in Dad's study, after your research on Vlad Tepes, I'll never know......"
"Well, Onna, I thought you sounded so much alike...." he smirked.
"You see? That is JUST what I was talking about!!! As it is, I'm STILL going to have to be extremely careful, or else you'll make me a laughing stock in front of all my friends!" At this she sat up, completely forgetting her nudity, as her breasts bounced slightly with the exaggerated movements.
Bulma glowered at him, eyes snapping," I can see it won't do to have you show up at this thing.....Goku, Chi-Chi, and everyone else will be fine....BUT something will have to be done with YOU!" She was seething....
Vegeta gently pulled Bulma to him saying with a evil smile," You know, Onna, all you had to say was that you wanted me to be your escort, and I would have considered it...."
"VEGETA!!!! YOU KNEW!!! YOU SNAKE!!!! YOU KNEW WHAT I WAS TRYING TO DO!!!!"
The Saiyan Prince winced at the close proximity of her shouting, "Woman, you are my Mate.....and I am not a stupid bakayaro, like Kakkarot. I am the Crowned Prince of all of Vegeti-Sei!" He grabbed her even more closely, and pulled her into a firey kiss, "Come, my little majo, let's discuss something else"....... and before she could protest, Bulma found herself being thrown into more torrential waves of love making.....
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Next time on FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/THANKSGIVING PARTY: The girls decide on bridesmaid gowns, wedding plans get underway, Thanksgiving menus are decided and a dark force begins a sinister plan.