Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY ❯ Comfortably Numb' / BLOCK#2 - 'A Labour of Love' ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

NOTES:

Many thanx to all who review!

WARNINGS: Angst, Language, Very Mild Adult situation scene......PART 3 IS IN 2 BLOCKS.....You are now reading the second block. I did this to keep it reader friendly.

DISCLAIMERS: Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball GT, etc. belong to Akiya Toriyama, TOEI Entertainment, FUNimation, Viz Communications, Bird Studios, Irwin Toys, Pioneer (for videos of early DBZ), etc. etc...."Comfortably Numb" is a song by the group Pink Floyd and their album"The Wall" / "She Bop" is a song by Cyndi Lauper & S.Lunt, G.Corbett & R.Cheroff - so give each respective party their credit. The Lennon boots referred to refers to the John Lennon/Beatles style cut of shoes they use to wear in the sixties...their name and style belongs to them respectively.........Monique, Ursula, Dina, Devon, Jason, the Chief, Madeline, Kevin, Bobby, Ryan, Jessie, the music store sales clerk and Danny are my creations that I can manipulate (*evil laugh*).

OTHER NOTES: No complaints on the music please....I use what I hear randomly and as it inspires me to write the scene. As I have stated before, I like a huge variety of music, from 3 Doors Down to Moby, from Beethoven to Bob Marley, from Faith Hill to Donavan. It spans all decades and all genres. If you do not like the music, simply replace it with a tune in your mind that YOU think fits the bill, and enjoy the story.....

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FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY -

Part Three: 'Comfortably Numb' / BLOCK#2 - 'A Labour of Love':


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Bulma woke up with a luxuriant stretch and a yawn. Reaching out over the bed, she realized that she had it all to herself. ~~Mmmm, irootoko is busy training.......good!~~ She felt a pleasant ache from within as she made her way to the shower....Oh, she still wasn't happy about being tricked at her own game, but the concession she received felt good. When she and Vegeta had first consumated this 'relationship' of theirs, she had been extremely nervous; after all, no man had touched her in that way.......not even Yamcha. Yamcha never really didn't appeal to her in that way....oh, sure he was good-looking and all, but something had always held them both back when it came to physical love...... at the time, she reasoned that it was probably out of his respect for her; but his later infidelities proved that wasn't the case. The only other reason then was either she was undesirable or something wasn't right. Well she KNEW she was desirable....I mean she had tons of guys offer to go out with her and marry her for her looks alone.....nope, something wasn't right was the answer.

A luncheon meeting with the girls was set at the old 'battle headquarters': Chez Price Eez No Object. Today would be the day to discuss the preliminaries of the Shower/Kinro Kansha No Hi/ Rehearsal Dinner and the Wedding itself. The most important specifics on the agenda would be picking out bridesmaid dresses, flowers, and music. It was going to be a busy day, so she had to make sure that there was plenty of last night's dinner left for Vegeta to feed on....she wouldn't be home until the late afternoon. Looking on her vanity table at the clock, she had at least 2 hours to get ready.........plenty of time for a relaxing shower.......

She hopped out of bed and started the shower. The hot water felt good against her skin, and refreshed her after last nights 'excursions'....she smirked a bit to herself ~~Vegeta doesn't know it yet, but he WILL be at the dinner, and he WILL be at that wedding as my date!~~ She quickly finished up, grabbing her the turkish bath towel, and dried off. With the towel firmly wrapped around her as a dress of sorts, Bulma made her way to dive into her massive clothes closet.

The early November days were crisp, so she would have to dress for comfort, warmth, and looks, of course! Scrounging around in the bowels of her closet, she came up with a pair of tight, black leather pants. A white, velour-spandex top, with its square neckline and sleeves that tapered out to a wide cuff ending just past her wrists would be perfect along with her black leather Lennon boots. She then grabbed her black leather jacket and purse on her way downstairs. A quick look at the kitchen clock revealed she had 30 minutes to meet the girls at Chez Price Eez No Object.

Bulma quickly hopped into her little red air car, and took off at top speed. She barely made it in time as it was.....after breezing into the restaurant, and being seated with the girls, she started in on the days plans.

"Okay Monique, if its okay with you and everyone, I thought we might go look at bridesmaid dresses. You have to decide length, color and then we have to order those pronto in order that we have them in time for fittings."

" Fine with me Bulma. I'm a bit frazzled at the moment anyway, since Jason and I stayed up late writing out invitations to every known relative in the universe!" she giggled.

"You have space relatives Monique?" asked Ursula, eyelashes flittering, her head tilted in confusion.

"No, Urse, that's just a figure of speech. It just meant she had a bunch of invitations to write..." Dina calmly explained.

"Well, uhm, why didn't she say so? I'm confused..." quired the pretty blond.

They all giggled. Ursula wasn't all that bright sometimes, but she was a real sweet person. They proceeded to order their meal, and chattered amongst themselves on what they thought would make a good wedding gift. This is primarily why the failed to notice Kevin and Yamcha entering the restaurant. The maitre' de had seated them in a relatively secluded corner....generally that was all that was available during the busy lunch hour.

Yamcha scanned the restaurant, checking out the surroundings, when he noticed.........them. He felt an involuntary lump coming to his throat......the rage he had managed to quell started to come back in crashing waves. ~~So those jajaumas are out and about....~~ It was at this moment that he finalized the thoughts that had run through his brain all night into the wee hours of the morning.......they coalesced into a plan that would rock their entire safe little world.

"Hey Kev, you wanna do me a favor? I wanna play a prank joke but I don't want to be found out....you game?"

" Now 'Cha-Cha you know better than to ask a question like that.....I'm always game for a bit of fun!"

"Great ! Okay, here's what you have to do...." and with this Yamcha leaned over conspiratorily to Kevin and whispered.

" No problem..." came Kevin's cheerful reply, and he then set to scribbling something on a slip of paper. "How's this?"

"Absolutely perfect Kev...couldn't have done any better myself!" he said with a vicious grin.

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"Madam", intoned the Maitre' de to Bulma, " I have a note for you....it was left at the front reception area with the implicit instructions that it was to be given to you because of its urgency...."

"Merci beaucoup," replied Bulma politely.

"OOO!" squealed Ursula, clapping her hands. "Bulma can speak Foreigner really good!"

"Arigatou, Urse.....its just something you pick up when you have to travel for work." They all giggled a bit.

Bulma carefully unfolded the note which read:



All alone? Be careful......be very careful.......



An involuntary chill ran down her spine, and she quickly surveyed the entire restaurant.....There appeared to be no one that she recognized anywhere......

"So, what's it say Bulma?" Monique asked.

"Oh,uhm, nothing.....Nothing at all. Just a note from the caterers about a change of foodstuffs....." she said quietly, still shaking a bit. She didn't want to alarm anyone though...it could be just a harmless prank.....With a rather distracted air about her, Bulma hastily refolded the note and tucked it into her jacket pocket.

"Anything we can do to help on that, Bulma?" Devon asked quietly.

"Oh, no, no! Now don't worry about a thing! I've got it under control........really!" she said a bit more cheery.

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Behind the potted 'japanese-paint' ferns, and the cascading fronds of a large bamboo plant, Kevin and Yamcha quietly ate their meal. Yamcha seemed distracted most of the time, choosing to gaze around the room rather than listen to Kevin's constant prattle about his growing babes list. From the look on her face, Bulma appeared to have taken the note as it was intended......

And this was only the beginning...............................

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With the meal finished, Bulma, Dina, Devon, Ursula and Monique headed for the shopping mall. Their first shop was a quaint little bridal boutique that had just opened.

"Okay, we all need to pick out 2 dresses. One will be for the Shower/Kinro Kansha No Hi/Reception Dinner. The other will be our bridesmaid dresses. Monique, while we pick out the regular dresses, why don't you look at the catalogue here that shows what this store has to offer."

"Right, Boss!" Monique grinned. She had called Bulma that ever since the Halloween Extravaganza, and it had become a nickname of sorts for the aqua-haired beauty.

"Does it matter the style, Bulma? Is this ultra formal, or can we go regular evening/party length?" Dina asked.

"Well, the Reception Dinner is included in the party, so it is formal. We might want to keep with thigh length to knee length.....its much easier for dancing anyway. The long lengths, if Monique decides on that type, would be great for bridesmaids dresses since it is a very formal occassion."

After about half an hour, Dina decided on a thigh-high, spaghetti strapped shift style in moire lavender. It was a very plain but elegant dress, and showed off her rather voluptous figure perfectly. Devon chose a thigh-high, china-blue, silk dress that was rather Roman in style. The draping silk swaged across the bustline from one shoulder to the other. The back was similar, only the swag dipped down to below her waist. Ursula decided on a white halter style dress, knee-length with a thigh-high slit on either side. The material was a watery raw silk, and was as soft as rose petals. Bulma had a hard time once more.....she had narrowed down many dresses but it just seemed to difficult to choose. She finally settled on a satin shift dress, also with spaghetti straps. It was a shimmering aqua, and seemed to match her hair perfectly. While it fell to mid-thigh in length, two very alluring slits ran up either side about 3 more inches. It was stunning.

Monique still sat down by a massive book, that was packed with swatches of fabric and various designs of bridesmaid gowns. She finally decided on a creamy aqua, much the same color as Bulma's party dress, but in a floor length style. They were spaghetti strap gowns, with one side slit than ran to the highest part of the left thigh. Each dress would have an sheer organza wrap to match, which when put with the gown, would give a gauzy cloud effect to the shoulders........All agreed that this was the perfect color for each girls complextion and hair.

Luckily they would not have to be waiting on Monique to pick out a wedding dress. The shop had exquisite wedding gowns, but Monique had announced early on that she would be wearing her mother's wedding gown. It was a empire waist style gown, with medieval peaked long sleeves. The train was a chapel length tapestry piece, that when attached gave the appearance of a Queen from the Middle Ages. The tuxedos were going to be the traditional black ones. Now this just left for Monique to pick out her party dress.

Monique was a bit harder to shop for, due to the fact that redhair limited the color choices. She finally settled on a rather simple, black satin party dress identical to Bulma's..........

The next excursion would be for flowers. This too was a relatively simple choice for Monique.....Each girl would hold a simple spray of babies breath, a white full blown rose, and a white rose bud. Her wedding bouquet would be along the same lines, with more flowers. The lapel flowers for the men would be a single white rose bud and some babies breath and each of the mothers' corsages would be white orchids.

While Bulma and Monique approached the wedding coordinators' desk to set up the purchase and arrangements, the others sat down at a little lounge area to the side of the store to wait.

"Hey, I don't know if you all have noticed, but Bulma sure has acted weird after the restaurant." Dina quietly whispered.

"Yeah! Now that you mention it, she did....who woulda though food makes someone acts so weird!" giggled Ursula.

"I don't think that's exactly what Dina ment, Urse. But I agree with Dina. Bulma is hiding something, but it really isn't our business to interfere. If it is really important enough, she knows that she can rely on us for help" Devon firmly stated.

"I know, but I can't shake this feeling that something odd is shadowing us all.." Dina replied with a slight frown. She had the nagging suspicion that they were being watched, but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out who or where they'd be........

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After Bulma dropped the girls off, she made her way back to Capsule Corporation with a since of relief. After that note, she had felt rather uneasy being out in the public whether alone or with her friends. She felt more vunerable away from the massive compound of her parents home.

It was now just getting dark, a dusky twilight settling over they sky. Bulma quickly encapsulated her air car, and went inside the massive doors. ~~Whew! Made it!~~ She sighed a bit......with relief that the day was over, she shrugged out of the tight leather jacket, and laid it across the nearest chair along with her purse. A good cup of hot tea would help, and maybe some music.....maybe that would blow out some of the uneasiness that was haunting her mind, like a ragged ghost.

She walked over to the living room entertainment center, a popped on an oldies tune of her parents.....it was a funny be-bop tune that was easy to listen and dance to......with that she popped in the CD, and turned it up full tilt. She then walked to the kitchen, set the tea kettle on, and went back to the living room to zone out and bop out the creeps she had felt.......


Unbeknownst to her, Vegeta had chosen to walk in at that very moment to grab an evening meal. Although he had eaten all of the leftovers, surely if a weakling human could fix food, then the Saiyan Prince could prepare himself something edible......he just wouldn't admit to that wench. Its then he heard the music, and curiously decided to find out just what was going on......

Bulma began moving to this driving beat, the tight leather pants licking at her undulating curves........

Well I see 'em every night in tight blue jeans -
In the pages of a blue boy magazine
Hey I've been thinking of a new sensation
I'm picking up a good vibration -
Oop - she bop - she bop....

Do I wanna go out with a lion's roar
Huh, yea, I wanna go South 'n get me some more...
Hey, they say that a stich in time saves nine
They say I better stop - or I'll go blind......
Oop - she bop - she bop

She bop-he bop-a-we-bop
I bop-you bop-a-they bop
Be bop-be bop-a-lu-bop
I hope he will understand
She bop-he bop-a-we-bop
I bop-you bop-a-they bop
Be bop-be bop-a-lu-she bop
Oo-oo-she-do-she bop.......

She thrusts her hips in and out, making love to an invisible lover; that silky, aqua hair moving in a wild abandon. She would shift ever so slightly into a jogging type dance steps, while caressing her own thighs with her hands, and then switch back to the hip thrusts......

Hey, hey they say I better get a chaperone
Because I can't stop messin' with the danger zone
No I won't worry, and I won't fret-
Ain't no law against it yet-
Oop-she bop-she bop-

Vegeta watched this sultry dance.......~~Kami, my Onna looks delicious......guess it wouldn't hurt to have something that might 'spoil my dinner'~~ he grinned wickedly. He licked his lips, in anticipation.....he could smell her scent rising through the air, an intoxicating pheremone.......

She bop-he bop-a-we-bop
I bop-you bop-a-they bop
Be bop-be bop-a-lu-bop
I hope he will understand
She bop-he bop-a-we-bop
I bop-you bop-a-they bop
Be bop-be bop-a-lu-she bop
Oo-oo-she-do-she bop-she bop........

She bop-he bop-a-we-bop
I bop-you bop-a-they bop
Be bop-be bop-a-lu-bop
I hope he will understand
She bop-he bop-a-we-bop
I bop-you bop-a-they bop
Be bop-be bop-a-lu-she bop
Oo-oo-she-do-she bop-she bop........

As the song finished, she moved to the entertainment center to replay it, and to hit a repeat button....She was just going to turn to check on the tea, when she felt the heat of massive hands grabbing her hips and pulling them to a firm wall of muscular flesh, hard with anticipation. With a gasp of surprise, she turned slightly to see Vegeta. Black eyes glittered with possessive heat as he drew her close...."So you want to dance, Onna, then let me help you" he growled. He placed a scorching trail of nips and kiss down the curve of Bulma's neck, and as the music started again, they began to move into the oldest dance between a woman and man.
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< br> NEXT TIME ON FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/THANKSGIVING PARTY: Major preparations get underway....another "rehearsal" for the girls for old time sake........more threats? Vegeta an investigator with Kakkarot?