Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY ❯ I hate to look into those eyes, and see an ounce of pain ( Chapter 5 )
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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: 5 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 240 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Psychological / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 240 | Status: Completed
NOTES:
Many thanx to all who review!
WARNINGS: Language, Violence, Angst, Adult situations.... and a whole host of mayhem!
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.......The Part Subsection Title is from the Guns-N-Roses song
"Sweet Child of Mine" so give them credit for their song......Monique, Ursula, Dina, Devon, Jason, the Chief, Madeline, Kevin, Bobby, Ryan,
Jessie, and Danny are my creations that I can manipulate (*evil laugh*).
****My translated quote of "That evil that men do - it's the good that they leave behind that counts," made by Monique is based on a quote taken
from Shakespeare's character Mark Antony and his soliloquy in 'Julius Caesar'. The original quote is: "The evil that men do lives on after them;
But the good is oft interred with their bones." ****
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FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY-
Part Four: 'I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain '
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The raw, grey light of the cold November morning seeped into Bulma's spacious bedroom through the sheer curtains. Bulma woke up with a slight shiver and realized that she must have kicked the covers off in her sleep, which was not unusual. What WAS unusual was the muscular, male
creature she woke up to find in her bed....and he was sound asleep. ~~Hhmmm.....heheheh......Vegeta, her Simian Wonder of Chikyuu!~~ She
chuckled once more under her breath, and began to recall the night that they shared. Closing her eyes, she sighed heavily, reminiscing of the
strength in his hands as they glided over her breasts, to her very core; each stroke or touch awakening the deepest fantasies that she had ever held.
Her thoughts swirled around the dizzying heat of their love-making, and the amazing feel of him inside of her........
She quickly snapped her head back, ~~Enough of that! I'll never get my 'Plan' to work groaning and moaning around all day!~~ She hopped up
quickly, and shot a glance of her digital clock on her vanity; 9AM......time to also check in with the Corporate Office Secretary, Madeline. Bulma
went to the shower, and quickly started the water. It was also time for Vegeta's training...long past actually ~~Time for His Royal Laziness to get
up! Well, he can take a shower, while I go fix tea and get breakfast started.~~ She slipped her shorty, silk nightie back on......it wouldn't do to go
traipsing around unclad anymore.
"Vegeta.....Vegeta, time to get up!"she said in a soothing, gentle voice. The Saiyan Prince completely ignored her, asleep in the deepest of
slumbers. "Vegeta!"she said just a little more loudly......Still no answer..... "VEGETA GET YOUR KETSUNOANA UP NOW!!!! YOU NEED TO
GET OUT OF MY HAIR AND GO TRAIN OR SPAR WITH GOKU!"
Vegeta bolted from the bed, and grabbed Bulma's wrists in a crushing hold. She whimpered in pain as he screamed angrily in her face,"SHIMATTA,
BAKA ONNA! DO YOU HAVE TO SHOUT! IT HURTS THE EARS!!" Huge tears of anger and pain drifted down Bulma's cheeks, and her eyes
turned to hard blue agates in her rage....
Bulma then began to growl in a low, dangerous, guttural way......a sound that Vegeta had NEVER heard his mate utter.....and it actually made him
feel a bit apprehensive. "If you don't let go of my wrists, I swear to Kami I will invent a permanent Ki Draining Device that will suck the life out of
you.....and reduce you to a WEAKLING CHIKYUU LIKE THE REST OF US!!!
Vegeta loosened his grip, and was actually surprised for a fraction of a second that she would make good on the threat......He merely glared at her,
while she massaged the now aching tendons. ~~Minx, how dare you threaten me!~~ His stare softened a bit....he had no wish to hurt his Mate, but
he would not tolerate disobedience; these kuso Chikyuu rules of life kept interfering!
"Woman, I had no wish to hurt you.....Come, onna...." and Vegeta advanced on her, pulling her to him and gently kissing the now bruising wrists. She
had flinched a bit from him at first, and then allowed him to continue his ministrations......."You must pardon my reactions, onna, but NEVER scream
like that again.....it puts a Saiyan Warrior on attack..." and with this he began to kiss the soft well of skin at the base of her neck.
"Gomen nasai, luv......but the time is getting late. Out of respect for you and your training, I woke you.........did that warrant your attack on me?"
Bulma asked.
"No, onna, of course not.....but have I not made up for that? Or could it be you would like me to delay my training in favor of your 'training' ?" a
slight smirk began to play at the edges of his mouth.
~~Leave it to Vegeta to think of that....!~~ She had begun to cool down a bit.....she knew he really wouldn't have hurt her....she felt his thoughts....it
was just as he had said.....he was caught up in 'attack mode'.
"My training needs will have to wait for a 'night maneuvers' session. Right now I am going to fix us breakfast....."she said with a familiar little
twinkle returning to her eyes. She turned to leave, swaying those delectable hips which never failed to leave the Prince breathless. ~~Little
majo....playing again~~he thought, a vicious grin playing over his lips, exposing a bit of fang......and quick as a wink, he dashed behind her and gave
her bottom a provocative slap.
"Vegeta, you'll pay for that one, babe!" smirked Bulma. ~~I certainly hope so, Onna~~ was the Saiyan Prince's only thought. He
headed to the steamy bathroom to take advantage of the hot water escaping from the shower head.
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Once Bulma was downstairs, she headed for the kitchen. First thing to do was throw away the burned teapot....It met with a slight mishap, due to her
attention being focused elsewhere last night.....~~It was time to buy a new one anyway~~ she shrugged. She took out one of the smaller pots to serve as a teakettle, and laid out some of Vegitta's favorite cakes. Not only would a 'continental breakfast' be neater, but it would free up time that she needed to plan the dinner and the wedding.
**********RING, RING,RING*************
"Kami! Already?" thought Bulma.
*********RING, RING, RING*************
"Moshi, Moshi!"
*********CLICK*************
~~Now that's odd....~~ It was at this point that Bulma's mind began to drift to the note she received at the restaurant yesterday, and the familiar
uneasy feeling of fear gripped her stomach.
***************KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!**************
"Shimata! Now who could THAT be?" she said to herself. Bulma pulled a light overcoat from the coat rack, and wrapped it around her body. The
thin nightgown would not put up much of a barrier against the crisp gust of wind that one feels when you first open a door. When she opened the door,
she saw absolutely nothing................no one. ~~Now that's really odd! Maybe just one of the neighborhood kids playing pranks~~ she thought,
dismissing the idea that something could be wrong. What Bulma forgot was that since it was November, the kids were just starting the school day.
Just as she was turning, she noticed a small note stuck slightly under the welcome mat..........an involuntary chill ran down her spine, despite the
warmth of the coat.......Bending down, she yanked the scrap of paper up; another quick look to the right, then left and then Bulma proceeded to close
and double bolt the door. Her chilled trembling fingers slowly unfolded the paper to reveal:
Are you afraid? No? You will be.........You....will.....be.
Fear gripped at her stomach, and it was all she could do not to vomit. Who was sending these notes? Vegeta? No, he would blast someone before
wasting time on something like this........Yamcha? No, he was out of the area training in a remote location......She also knew that none of the other
senshi would be involved.......so who wanted her hurt, or scared?
Bulma went back to the stove, retrieved the heated water, and started on the tea. With that done, she then began to stock 4 heaping platters of
pastries with cream filled eclairs, cream cheese bear claws, huge cinnamon roles, baklava, white cream-filled scones, and assorted donuts. By the
time she finished, the entire kitchen looked like she had raided a bakery, just in time for the thunking of footsteps that announced the Saiyan Prince's
arrival. ~~Mustn't let him know......he'll just use that for ridicule; after all we are weakling baka Chiykuu-jins!~~ No, she wasn't about to let this or
the Prince take over her existence. This had to be some hiretsukan that had been fired by Dad or her.....a disgruntled employee..... She would just
increase the security alert sensors on the property guard droids.....
When Vegeta finally did come downstairs, he noticed an odd look to his mate. ~~NOW what was wrong with the baka onna? These shimatta
Chikyuu-jins were too emotional....no wonder they didn't live long....~~ Bulma continued to move around distracted, with agitated, jerky
movements. He sensed that she felt fear, but not of him......no something was hurting her and he could see it in her eyes......sapphire eyes sparkling
with pain.....Vegeta, too, felt this pain....
"What is your problem, Onna? Has Frieza knocked at the door or something?"
"Vegeta, can you for just once in your miserable, Saiyan life, shut the jigoku up!?" she delivered this little blistering speech half-heartedly....she was
distracted.....preoccupied about something sinister. Vegeta did not like that his mate was hurting like this.....
"Woman, what is wrong with you.....you act like you are being hunted!"
"Nani? Perhaps so, Vegeta......and I get the feeling that whatever it is, it's close." With that little haunting statement, Bulma turned and abruptly
left upstairs to get a shower. She had place a hasty, but passionate kiss on his warm lips; trying to banish the cold fear that grappled at her heart.
Vegeta could only stare at his mate in confusion as she left......the pain she felt was beginning to twist his insides......~~Shimatta! This is going to
sabotage my training!~~ and with this thought, he left....to retreat to the haven of his Gravity Room.
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Deep in the recesses of a small grove of trees, Yamcha glared out at the cold November day, with eyes just as cold and grey. A brown leather
bomber jacket was zipped tightly up to his chin against the brisk wind......He could smell her fear all the way from his hiding place as he had watched
her reactions from a distance. He knew now it was just a matter of time. With the stealth of a wolf, he left for his apartment to plan the next
phase.......the next strike.....
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With her shower through, Bulma proceeded to go through her closet half heartedly to find something decent to wear. The bridesmaid dresses were
due to arrive today, and the girls were suppose to meet at the Capsule Corporation Ballroom for 2 o'clock that afternoon. Rummaging around a bit,
she found her blue aqua leggins and a matching crushed velvet top in aqua. The three quarter length sleeves and low cut square neck with the
identical colored leggins made it look like a one piece jump suit; and the little, black low-cut boots, with the chunk wedge heel finished the outfit off.
She brushed the now shoulder length hair back and placed a soft aqua head band to hold the hair away from her face. With that done, she proceeded
back down the stairs....~~Guess I better clean up that mess of a kitchen. I can call Madeline at the office later on this afternoon.~~
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That afternoon, after the gowns and the girls arrived, the fittings got underway. Dina and Devon were really the only ones that needed alterations.
The bust area needed to be let out for Dina, naturally, and Devon just needed a bit of a tuck here and there. They then sat down for an afternoon
tea, which Bulma had set up in a lightening amount of time. They chatted about various things, including a possible encore of the Halloween dance, a
kinder version, for entertainment.
"Well, Jason and I have finally gotten all of our RSVP's back! It looks like there is going to be about 200 to attended the wedding, Bulma.."
Monique said this in a rather quiet tone. She really hoped that Bulma didn't think that was too many people, or that she and Jason were trying to
take advantage of her good nature.
"Monique, hon', that's fine! That is really rather small, compared to what I was anticipating..........are you sure there isn't someone I can have flown
here with the Company jet or something?"
"No, Bulma! Really, thanks, but you have done so much for us!"
"Look, Monique, I WANT to......it's no trouble! I never had a brother or sister. You all have been the siblings I always wished for!!!"
Monique just teared up, and silently hugged Bulma....She felt so fortunate to have such a friend. " You know Bulma, there is a saying that applies to
all of us girls......'That evil that men do - it's the good that they leave behind that counts.'..............Yamcha might have done wrong by all of us but he
left us behind... all of us girls, and Jason are the good."
"You're right Monique!" she said as she hugged her back in return. " C'mon girls, let's finish up and we'll make a menu list for the Wedding
reception....since we have some big eaters showing up, we might want to go all out on this!!" Bulma chuckled. This turned out to be the one bright
spot of the day which finally shook out the apprehension after the note she received that morning. She had decided not to tell anyone; after all no
one could really help and there was no sense in ruining everyone's moods.
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Vegeta had had some trouble getting started that morning, but with a will of iron, he punched in 425g's on the gravity console. He started off with
small ki blasts to warm up, coupled with sessions of one arm pushes (in a head stand position), and then on to a series of Gallic Gun blasts with the
droids. He then tried to harness once more the raging burn that he felt in his veins, the edge of something elusive that he knew to be the barrier to
Super Saiyan. If he could block out the distractions, and work harder, the barrier should fall soon.
He took time out for a short rest and towel off. It was about four in the afternoon, and his Saiyan appetite was starting to get the better of him. That
damned klatch of Chikyuu women should be gone, which would leave him to eat in peace. He was just leaving the Gravity Room, when he saw
Bulma's friends leaving....he could overhear the two of them speaking......
"Dina, I really think that something is wrong with Bulma. Did you see how pale she was when we first got here? Do you think it had anything to do
with that strange incident at the restaurant and the strange note thing? I mean she looked really frightened......."
"Yes I did, Monique, but she said that note last week was nothing....still, her behavior today wasn't right either...."
"Do you think she could have gotten another note? I wonder what they could possibly say? Whatever it is, can't be that good.....could she be in
danger?"
"Monique, I honestly can't answer that.....if I know Bulma, she probably is hiding something to keep everyone from worrying about her. She is a
very strong woman......she is kindhearted and brave. All we can do for her now is let her know that we are there for her; to protect her if need
be........you know, she really is a special person......how anyone couldn't have snapped up that girl and married her by now is really a mystery..."
The voices faded out as the girls had finally reached their respective air cars.....Vegeta was puzzled.....Notes? Danger? He didn't like this......NO
ONE was allowed near his mate.....he would kill them, and that was that......but who or what could be endangering his Woman? He concluded that
perhaps a sparring session with Kakkarot may be in order.....Kakkarot knew his mate's behavior, and could help, as much is was possible for that
imbecile.......the sooner this nuisance was out of the way the better......after all, training was more important.
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Bulma finished laying out all of the foodstuffs for dinner, when Vegeta strode in...."It's about time, baka! I'm not running an all you can eat at
anytime restaurant!"
"Woman, I will eat when I feel like it, and not before....Shimatta, onna, I have more important things to worry about than your stupid cooking!"
However, Bulma seemed really preoccupied and didn't reply.... ~~Now that's odd. Damn minx never missed a chance to 'spar' with him....~~ He
shrugged his shoulders in silent apathy, and left for his shower.....~~Baka onna should come to him if there was a problem....It took a man to solve
problems, not some silly woman.~~
Quickly shedding the sweaty and clingy body suit, Vegeta stepped into the shower to freshen up....As the needles of hot water worked their
massaging magic on tight muscles, he thought back to the conversation he had overheard, and his own encounters with his mate. Maybe there was
something to this after all.....but that Onna had too much pride to admit to a problem.
He quickly stepped from the shower, toweled off, and then proceeded to grab another body suit, and pulled on the breast plate. The huge roar of his
stomach told him he'd better hurry if he expected to keep his sanity.....
Back downstairs, he saw that his mate was already at the table eating her minuscule portion of food she called 'dinner'. ~~How that little majo stays
alive on that is amazing....~~ He sat down without a word, and grabbed his 'platter' of food she had already prepared for him. They ate in silence for
awhile, only the sound of his chewing echoing in the room. Bulma kept her eyes on her plate, not saying a word.
When he had finished, he pushed away from the table, and went to her......~~Such a little thing....and strong....she has a Saiyan's nature, thank
Kami!~~ He quietly grabbed her hands, and pulled her up to him. In a strong, crushing embrace, he passionately kissed her, pouring every bit of his
desire for her in that kiss. She responded with just as much passion, as if to absorb strength from him.
"Woman, you are my mate now. You know that if you have need, you can come to me."
She knew what he meant.....she could sense his thoughts through that weird 'bond' they had created. She merely nodded her head in silent
affirmation.
"I go to spar with Kakkarot this evening....I will return...." he lifted up her face with his hand ever so gently.
"Uhm, okay Vegeta. If you must....." she really wanted him to stay....
" What is it Woman? Are you hiding something from me?" Vegeta sounded rather harsh in his tone. He wished that baka woman would tell him
what needed to be done! He had no time for these petty guessing games!
"Shimatta, Vegeta, there is nothing!!! Don't worry, I won't break up your 'precious' sparring session. I have to go to the Office tonight to finish up
on last minute paperwork that Madeline called about anyway.....go...Spar...whatever......" and with that she stormed off in the direction of the coat
rack. She hastily grabbed her overcoat, opened the door with a smart jerk, and left. The slam of the door was quite loud.....
In the distance, Vegeta sensitive ears picked up the familiar hum of her air car, as Bulma left....He regretted his harshness, but the damn woman was
so exasperating! Always babbling nonsense, and never saying anything!!!
He too readied himself to leave..... ~~Kakkarot!.............KAKKAROT! Do you hear me you worthless imbecile?~~
~~Vegeta??~~
~~Yes, Kakkarot, who did you think it would be, Frieza? I'm coming over to spar.....I also need to ask you about the Woman....~~
~~What woman, Vegeta?~~
~~Shimatta Kakkarot, who do you think?! Bulma! My mate, you thick-headed, third-class baka!~~
~~Oh, well......sure Vegeta! I'd love to spar! Let me tell Chi-Chi and I'll see you in a few minutes!~~
Vegeta shook his head back in forth in exasperated resignation......Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.........
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Bulma's red little air car pulled up outside the Industial Center of Capsule Corporation's parking lot, and up to her slot. The parking lot was deserted
except for the occasional security bot checking the perimeters of the grounds. Since she had punched in her security code at the gate, the bots would
let her pass unnoticed. She carefully pulled the security access card from her pocket and placed it on the computer CRT screen....."Please wait for
scanning process to complete...." intoned the female computerized voice. "Transmission Complete.....Welcome Ms. Briefs. You are cleared for
entry," and with that the doors swung open on the automated mechanized hinges.
She clopped over to the elevators, and punched the up button......~~Vegeta, you chikushoume!~~ He was just so damned smug all of the time. Jigoku!
He wouldn't understand anything about what was happening anyway......he was too wrapped up in training to look past his nose. That thick-headed Saiyan Ketsunoana! Kuso! She stomped into the elevator and punched viciously at the panel.....sixth floor......~~Damn
paperwork!!~~
As she stomped down the hallway away from the elevator, she failed to notice a shadowy figure waiting..........when her office door had closed, the
figure advanced with stealth toward the milky-glass entry doors of her office. In shiny gold letters painted on the pane, Bulma Briefs.......
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"Kakkarot you ketsunoana!!!!!" spat Vegeta. Goku had snuck in a Masenko blast that just barely missed the Saiyan Prince by
inches......
" Vegeta, you don't seem to have your mind on this.....let's take a break...."
"Giving up already, baka? Very well, I accept your surrender for now!"
"That's not what I meant, Vegeta. You called me here for sparring AND Bulma.......What's up ?"
"How should I know Kakkarot! If I knew, I certainly wouldn't be wasting my time on a fifth rate amateur like yourself!"
"Vegeta......c'mon....."
"One of the Onna's friends is getting 'married' , Kami knows whatever THAT is, and she has been planning the whole damn thing! Today, as that
cluck of Chikyuu-jinn fowls were leaving, I overheard two of them talking about my Mate. It seems she has received some note, or notes and that
she is frightened. And lately she doesn't act as she normally would....."
"Well, Vegeta, Bulma was always headstrong ; a real 'take charge' person. She likes to be in control.....I'm sure you can appreciate that,
being a Prince. Anyway, Bulma has never really been one to show fear to too many people. Around her friends it usually slips out.....and the fear is
for a very good reason. She really is very smart....she's the one that made major contributing inventions to her Dad's company. If she's afraid, I
may need to go see if she would like me to find out just what this note business is about."
"SILENCE BAKA! She is MY Mate, and if anyone is going to do any 'finding', it will be me......You may aid me if you wish, but you will do as I say!"
"Whatever, Vegeta...........Look it's getting late, and Chi-Chi is expecting me home.......Just call if you need my help, okay?"
"PAH! And when would I need the help of the likes of you, baka? Very well, run home....." and with that Vegeta started back toward Capsule
Corporation........he kept feeling a sense of dread ~~Onna, please be careful....~~
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The shadowy figure approached closer, and noticed the outline of Bulma from behind the glass. Hefting a paper covered stone up and down in large
gloved hands, the spectre raise a massive arm up and hurled the stone toward the outline. The missle found its target, and the outline of Bulma
crumpled to the floor. The shadow quickly left..................
Bulma had turned to her desk to grab the first stack of papers when she felt tremendous pain at the back of her skull. She grasped at the pain, and
then slowly her whole vision went black.
There she lay................crumpled in a heap; a small pool of blood collecting under her right ear..............and nearby lay an ugly stone, with a white note
tied around it....................................
Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
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Next time on FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/THANKSGIVING PARTY : Sherlock Vegeta and Goku Watson?.......An invitation
accepted..............
Many thanx to all who review!
WARNINGS: Language, Violence, Angst, Adult situations.... and a whole host of mayhem!
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.......The Part Subsection Title is from the Guns-N-Roses song
"Sweet Child of Mine" so give them credit for their song......Monique, Ursula, Dina, Devon, Jason, the Chief, Madeline, Kevin, Bobby, Ryan,
Jessie, and Danny are my creations that I can manipulate (*evil laugh*).
****My translated quote of "That evil that men do - it's the good that they leave behind that counts," made by Monique is based on a quote taken
from Shakespeare's character Mark Antony and his soliloquy in 'Julius Caesar'. The original quote is: "The evil that men do lives on after them;
But the good is oft interred with their bones." ****
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FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY-
Part Four: 'I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain '
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The raw, grey light of the cold November morning seeped into Bulma's spacious bedroom through the sheer curtains. Bulma woke up with a slight shiver and realized that she must have kicked the covers off in her sleep, which was not unusual. What WAS unusual was the muscular, male
creature she woke up to find in her bed....and he was sound asleep. ~~Hhmmm.....heheheh......Vegeta, her Simian Wonder of Chikyuu!~~ She
chuckled once more under her breath, and began to recall the night that they shared. Closing her eyes, she sighed heavily, reminiscing of the
strength in his hands as they glided over her breasts, to her very core; each stroke or touch awakening the deepest fantasies that she had ever held.
Her thoughts swirled around the dizzying heat of their love-making, and the amazing feel of him inside of her........
She quickly snapped her head back, ~~Enough of that! I'll never get my 'Plan' to work groaning and moaning around all day!~~ She hopped up
quickly, and shot a glance of her digital clock on her vanity; 9AM......time to also check in with the Corporate Office Secretary, Madeline. Bulma
went to the shower, and quickly started the water. It was also time for Vegeta's training...long past actually ~~Time for His Royal Laziness to get
up! Well, he can take a shower, while I go fix tea and get breakfast started.~~ She slipped her shorty, silk nightie back on......it wouldn't do to go
traipsing around unclad anymore.
"Vegeta.....Vegeta, time to get up!"she said in a soothing, gentle voice. The Saiyan Prince completely ignored her, asleep in the deepest of
slumbers. "Vegeta!"she said just a little more loudly......Still no answer..... "VEGETA GET YOUR KETSUNOANA UP NOW!!!! YOU NEED TO
GET OUT OF MY HAIR AND GO TRAIN OR SPAR WITH GOKU!"
Vegeta bolted from the bed, and grabbed Bulma's wrists in a crushing hold. She whimpered in pain as he screamed angrily in her face,"SHIMATTA,
BAKA ONNA! DO YOU HAVE TO SHOUT! IT HURTS THE EARS!!" Huge tears of anger and pain drifted down Bulma's cheeks, and her eyes
turned to hard blue agates in her rage....
Bulma then began to growl in a low, dangerous, guttural way......a sound that Vegeta had NEVER heard his mate utter.....and it actually made him
feel a bit apprehensive. "If you don't let go of my wrists, I swear to Kami I will invent a permanent Ki Draining Device that will suck the life out of
you.....and reduce you to a WEAKLING CHIKYUU LIKE THE REST OF US!!!
Vegeta loosened his grip, and was actually surprised for a fraction of a second that she would make good on the threat......He merely glared at her,
while she massaged the now aching tendons. ~~Minx, how dare you threaten me!~~ His stare softened a bit....he had no wish to hurt his Mate, but
he would not tolerate disobedience; these kuso Chikyuu rules of life kept interfering!
"Woman, I had no wish to hurt you.....Come, onna...." and Vegeta advanced on her, pulling her to him and gently kissing the now bruising wrists. She
had flinched a bit from him at first, and then allowed him to continue his ministrations......."You must pardon my reactions, onna, but NEVER scream
like that again.....it puts a Saiyan Warrior on attack..." and with this he began to kiss the soft well of skin at the base of her neck.
"Gomen nasai, luv......but the time is getting late. Out of respect for you and your training, I woke you.........did that warrant your attack on me?"
Bulma asked.
"No, onna, of course not.....but have I not made up for that? Or could it be you would like me to delay my training in favor of your 'training' ?" a
slight smirk began to play at the edges of his mouth.
~~Leave it to Vegeta to think of that....!~~ She had begun to cool down a bit.....she knew he really wouldn't have hurt her....she felt his thoughts....it
was just as he had said.....he was caught up in 'attack mode'.
"My training needs will have to wait for a 'night maneuvers' session. Right now I am going to fix us breakfast....."she said with a familiar little
twinkle returning to her eyes. She turned to leave, swaying those delectable hips which never failed to leave the Prince breathless. ~~Little
majo....playing again~~he thought, a vicious grin playing over his lips, exposing a bit of fang......and quick as a wink, he dashed behind her and gave
her bottom a provocative slap.
"Vegeta, you'll pay for that one, babe!" smirked Bulma. ~~I certainly hope so, Onna~~ was the Saiyan Prince's only thought. He
headed to the steamy bathroom to take advantage of the hot water escaping from the shower head.
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Once Bulma was downstairs, she headed for the kitchen. First thing to do was throw away the burned teapot....It met with a slight mishap, due to her
attention being focused elsewhere last night.....~~It was time to buy a new one anyway~~ she shrugged. She took out one of the smaller pots to serve as a teakettle, and laid out some of Vegitta's favorite cakes. Not only would a 'continental breakfast' be neater, but it would free up time that she needed to plan the dinner and the wedding.
**********RING, RING,RING*************
"Kami! Already?" thought Bulma.
*********RING, RING, RING*************
"Moshi, Moshi!"
*********CLICK*************
~~Now that's odd....~~ It was at this point that Bulma's mind began to drift to the note she received at the restaurant yesterday, and the familiar
uneasy feeling of fear gripped her stomach.
***************KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!**************
"Shimata! Now who could THAT be?" she said to herself. Bulma pulled a light overcoat from the coat rack, and wrapped it around her body. The
thin nightgown would not put up much of a barrier against the crisp gust of wind that one feels when you first open a door. When she opened the door,
she saw absolutely nothing................no one. ~~Now that's really odd! Maybe just one of the neighborhood kids playing pranks~~ she thought,
dismissing the idea that something could be wrong. What Bulma forgot was that since it was November, the kids were just starting the school day.
Just as she was turning, she noticed a small note stuck slightly under the welcome mat..........an involuntary chill ran down her spine, despite the
warmth of the coat.......Bending down, she yanked the scrap of paper up; another quick look to the right, then left and then Bulma proceeded to close
and double bolt the door. Her chilled trembling fingers slowly unfolded the paper to reveal:
Are you afraid? No? You will be.........You....will.....be.
Fear gripped at her stomach, and it was all she could do not to vomit. Who was sending these notes? Vegeta? No, he would blast someone before
wasting time on something like this........Yamcha? No, he was out of the area training in a remote location......She also knew that none of the other
senshi would be involved.......so who wanted her hurt, or scared?
Bulma went back to the stove, retrieved the heated water, and started on the tea. With that done, she then began to stock 4 heaping platters of
pastries with cream filled eclairs, cream cheese bear claws, huge cinnamon roles, baklava, white cream-filled scones, and assorted donuts. By the
time she finished, the entire kitchen looked like she had raided a bakery, just in time for the thunking of footsteps that announced the Saiyan Prince's
arrival. ~~Mustn't let him know......he'll just use that for ridicule; after all we are weakling baka Chiykuu-jins!~~ No, she wasn't about to let this or
the Prince take over her existence. This had to be some hiretsukan that had been fired by Dad or her.....a disgruntled employee..... She would just
increase the security alert sensors on the property guard droids.....
When Vegeta finally did come downstairs, he noticed an odd look to his mate. ~~NOW what was wrong with the baka onna? These shimatta
Chikyuu-jins were too emotional....no wonder they didn't live long....~~ Bulma continued to move around distracted, with agitated, jerky
movements. He sensed that she felt fear, but not of him......no something was hurting her and he could see it in her eyes......sapphire eyes sparkling
with pain.....Vegeta, too, felt this pain....
"What is your problem, Onna? Has Frieza knocked at the door or something?"
"Vegeta, can you for just once in your miserable, Saiyan life, shut the jigoku up!?" she delivered this little blistering speech half-heartedly....she was
distracted.....preoccupied about something sinister. Vegeta did not like that his mate was hurting like this.....
"Woman, what is wrong with you.....you act like you are being hunted!"
"Nani? Perhaps so, Vegeta......and I get the feeling that whatever it is, it's close." With that little haunting statement, Bulma turned and abruptly
left upstairs to get a shower. She had place a hasty, but passionate kiss on his warm lips; trying to banish the cold fear that grappled at her heart.
Vegeta could only stare at his mate in confusion as she left......the pain she felt was beginning to twist his insides......~~Shimatta! This is going to
sabotage my training!~~ and with this thought, he left....to retreat to the haven of his Gravity Room.
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Deep in the recesses of a small grove of trees, Yamcha glared out at the cold November day, with eyes just as cold and grey. A brown leather
bomber jacket was zipped tightly up to his chin against the brisk wind......He could smell her fear all the way from his hiding place as he had watched
her reactions from a distance. He knew now it was just a matter of time. With the stealth of a wolf, he left for his apartment to plan the next
phase.......the next strike.....
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With her shower through, Bulma proceeded to go through her closet half heartedly to find something decent to wear. The bridesmaid dresses were
due to arrive today, and the girls were suppose to meet at the Capsule Corporation Ballroom for 2 o'clock that afternoon. Rummaging around a bit,
she found her blue aqua leggins and a matching crushed velvet top in aqua. The three quarter length sleeves and low cut square neck with the
identical colored leggins made it look like a one piece jump suit; and the little, black low-cut boots, with the chunk wedge heel finished the outfit off.
She brushed the now shoulder length hair back and placed a soft aqua head band to hold the hair away from her face. With that done, she proceeded
back down the stairs....~~Guess I better clean up that mess of a kitchen. I can call Madeline at the office later on this afternoon.~~
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That afternoon, after the gowns and the girls arrived, the fittings got underway. Dina and Devon were really the only ones that needed alterations.
The bust area needed to be let out for Dina, naturally, and Devon just needed a bit of a tuck here and there. They then sat down for an afternoon
tea, which Bulma had set up in a lightening amount of time. They chatted about various things, including a possible encore of the Halloween dance, a
kinder version, for entertainment.
"Well, Jason and I have finally gotten all of our RSVP's back! It looks like there is going to be about 200 to attended the wedding, Bulma.."
Monique said this in a rather quiet tone. She really hoped that Bulma didn't think that was too many people, or that she and Jason were trying to
take advantage of her good nature.
"Monique, hon', that's fine! That is really rather small, compared to what I was anticipating..........are you sure there isn't someone I can have flown
here with the Company jet or something?"
"No, Bulma! Really, thanks, but you have done so much for us!"
"Look, Monique, I WANT to......it's no trouble! I never had a brother or sister. You all have been the siblings I always wished for!!!"
Monique just teared up, and silently hugged Bulma....She felt so fortunate to have such a friend. " You know Bulma, there is a saying that applies to
all of us girls......'That evil that men do - it's the good that they leave behind that counts.'..............Yamcha might have done wrong by all of us but he
left us behind... all of us girls, and Jason are the good."
"You're right Monique!" she said as she hugged her back in return. " C'mon girls, let's finish up and we'll make a menu list for the Wedding
reception....since we have some big eaters showing up, we might want to go all out on this!!" Bulma chuckled. This turned out to be the one bright
spot of the day which finally shook out the apprehension after the note she received that morning. She had decided not to tell anyone; after all no
one could really help and there was no sense in ruining everyone's moods.
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Vegeta had had some trouble getting started that morning, but with a will of iron, he punched in 425g's on the gravity console. He started off with
small ki blasts to warm up, coupled with sessions of one arm pushes (in a head stand position), and then on to a series of Gallic Gun blasts with the
droids. He then tried to harness once more the raging burn that he felt in his veins, the edge of something elusive that he knew to be the barrier to
Super Saiyan. If he could block out the distractions, and work harder, the barrier should fall soon.
He took time out for a short rest and towel off. It was about four in the afternoon, and his Saiyan appetite was starting to get the better of him. That
damned klatch of Chikyuu women should be gone, which would leave him to eat in peace. He was just leaving the Gravity Room, when he saw
Bulma's friends leaving....he could overhear the two of them speaking......
"Dina, I really think that something is wrong with Bulma. Did you see how pale she was when we first got here? Do you think it had anything to do
with that strange incident at the restaurant and the strange note thing? I mean she looked really frightened......."
"Yes I did, Monique, but she said that note last week was nothing....still, her behavior today wasn't right either...."
"Do you think she could have gotten another note? I wonder what they could possibly say? Whatever it is, can't be that good.....could she be in
danger?"
"Monique, I honestly can't answer that.....if I know Bulma, she probably is hiding something to keep everyone from worrying about her. She is a
very strong woman......she is kindhearted and brave. All we can do for her now is let her know that we are there for her; to protect her if need
be........you know, she really is a special person......how anyone couldn't have snapped up that girl and married her by now is really a mystery..."
The voices faded out as the girls had finally reached their respective air cars.....Vegeta was puzzled.....Notes? Danger? He didn't like this......NO
ONE was allowed near his mate.....he would kill them, and that was that......but who or what could be endangering his Woman? He concluded that
perhaps a sparring session with Kakkarot may be in order.....Kakkarot knew his mate's behavior, and could help, as much is was possible for that
imbecile.......the sooner this nuisance was out of the way the better......after all, training was more important.
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Bulma finished laying out all of the foodstuffs for dinner, when Vegeta strode in...."It's about time, baka! I'm not running an all you can eat at
anytime restaurant!"
"Woman, I will eat when I feel like it, and not before....Shimatta, onna, I have more important things to worry about than your stupid cooking!"
However, Bulma seemed really preoccupied and didn't reply.... ~~Now that's odd. Damn minx never missed a chance to 'spar' with him....~~ He
shrugged his shoulders in silent apathy, and left for his shower.....~~Baka onna should come to him if there was a problem....It took a man to solve
problems, not some silly woman.~~
Quickly shedding the sweaty and clingy body suit, Vegeta stepped into the shower to freshen up....As the needles of hot water worked their
massaging magic on tight muscles, he thought back to the conversation he had overheard, and his own encounters with his mate. Maybe there was
something to this after all.....but that Onna had too much pride to admit to a problem.
He quickly stepped from the shower, toweled off, and then proceeded to grab another body suit, and pulled on the breast plate. The huge roar of his
stomach told him he'd better hurry if he expected to keep his sanity.....
Back downstairs, he saw that his mate was already at the table eating her minuscule portion of food she called 'dinner'. ~~How that little majo stays
alive on that is amazing....~~ He sat down without a word, and grabbed his 'platter' of food she had already prepared for him. They ate in silence for
awhile, only the sound of his chewing echoing in the room. Bulma kept her eyes on her plate, not saying a word.
When he had finished, he pushed away from the table, and went to her......~~Such a little thing....and strong....she has a Saiyan's nature, thank
Kami!~~ He quietly grabbed her hands, and pulled her up to him. In a strong, crushing embrace, he passionately kissed her, pouring every bit of his
desire for her in that kiss. She responded with just as much passion, as if to absorb strength from him.
"Woman, you are my mate now. You know that if you have need, you can come to me."
She knew what he meant.....she could sense his thoughts through that weird 'bond' they had created. She merely nodded her head in silent
affirmation.
"I go to spar with Kakkarot this evening....I will return...." he lifted up her face with his hand ever so gently.
"Uhm, okay Vegeta. If you must....." she really wanted him to stay....
" What is it Woman? Are you hiding something from me?" Vegeta sounded rather harsh in his tone. He wished that baka woman would tell him
what needed to be done! He had no time for these petty guessing games!
"Shimatta, Vegeta, there is nothing!!! Don't worry, I won't break up your 'precious' sparring session. I have to go to the Office tonight to finish up
on last minute paperwork that Madeline called about anyway.....go...Spar...whatever......" and with that she stormed off in the direction of the coat
rack. She hastily grabbed her overcoat, opened the door with a smart jerk, and left. The slam of the door was quite loud.....
In the distance, Vegeta sensitive ears picked up the familiar hum of her air car, as Bulma left....He regretted his harshness, but the damn woman was
so exasperating! Always babbling nonsense, and never saying anything!!!
He too readied himself to leave..... ~~Kakkarot!.............KAKKAROT! Do you hear me you worthless imbecile?~~
~~Vegeta??~~
~~Yes, Kakkarot, who did you think it would be, Frieza? I'm coming over to spar.....I also need to ask you about the Woman....~~
~~What woman, Vegeta?~~
~~Shimatta Kakkarot, who do you think?! Bulma! My mate, you thick-headed, third-class baka!~~
~~Oh, well......sure Vegeta! I'd love to spar! Let me tell Chi-Chi and I'll see you in a few minutes!~~
Vegeta shook his head back in forth in exasperated resignation......Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.........
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Bulma's red little air car pulled up outside the Industial Center of Capsule Corporation's parking lot, and up to her slot. The parking lot was deserted
except for the occasional security bot checking the perimeters of the grounds. Since she had punched in her security code at the gate, the bots would
let her pass unnoticed. She carefully pulled the security access card from her pocket and placed it on the computer CRT screen....."Please wait for
scanning process to complete...." intoned the female computerized voice. "Transmission Complete.....Welcome Ms. Briefs. You are cleared for
entry," and with that the doors swung open on the automated mechanized hinges.
She clopped over to the elevators, and punched the up button......~~Vegeta, you chikushoume!~~ He was just so damned smug all of the time. Jigoku!
He wouldn't understand anything about what was happening anyway......he was too wrapped up in training to look past his nose. That thick-headed Saiyan Ketsunoana! Kuso! She stomped into the elevator and punched viciously at the panel.....sixth floor......~~Damn
paperwork!!~~
As she stomped down the hallway away from the elevator, she failed to notice a shadowy figure waiting..........when her office door had closed, the
figure advanced with stealth toward the milky-glass entry doors of her office. In shiny gold letters painted on the pane, Bulma Briefs.......
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"Kakkarot you ketsunoana!!!!!" spat Vegeta. Goku had snuck in a Masenko blast that just barely missed the Saiyan Prince by
inches......
" Vegeta, you don't seem to have your mind on this.....let's take a break...."
"Giving up already, baka? Very well, I accept your surrender for now!"
"That's not what I meant, Vegeta. You called me here for sparring AND Bulma.......What's up ?"
"How should I know Kakkarot! If I knew, I certainly wouldn't be wasting my time on a fifth rate amateur like yourself!"
"Vegeta......c'mon....."
"One of the Onna's friends is getting 'married' , Kami knows whatever THAT is, and she has been planning the whole damn thing! Today, as that
cluck of Chikyuu-jinn fowls were leaving, I overheard two of them talking about my Mate. It seems she has received some note, or notes and that
she is frightened. And lately she doesn't act as she normally would....."
"Well, Vegeta, Bulma was always headstrong ; a real 'take charge' person. She likes to be in control.....I'm sure you can appreciate that,
being a Prince. Anyway, Bulma has never really been one to show fear to too many people. Around her friends it usually slips out.....and the fear is
for a very good reason. She really is very smart....she's the one that made major contributing inventions to her Dad's company. If she's afraid, I
may need to go see if she would like me to find out just what this note business is about."
"SILENCE BAKA! She is MY Mate, and if anyone is going to do any 'finding', it will be me......You may aid me if you wish, but you will do as I say!"
"Whatever, Vegeta...........Look it's getting late, and Chi-Chi is expecting me home.......Just call if you need my help, okay?"
"PAH! And when would I need the help of the likes of you, baka? Very well, run home....." and with that Vegeta started back toward Capsule
Corporation........he kept feeling a sense of dread ~~Onna, please be careful....~~
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The shadowy figure approached closer, and noticed the outline of Bulma from behind the glass. Hefting a paper covered stone up and down in large
gloved hands, the spectre raise a massive arm up and hurled the stone toward the outline. The missle found its target, and the outline of Bulma
crumpled to the floor. The shadow quickly left..................
Bulma had turned to her desk to grab the first stack of papers when she felt tremendous pain at the back of her skull. She grasped at the pain, and
then slowly her whole vision went black.
There she lay................crumpled in a heap; a small pool of blood collecting under her right ear..............and nearby lay an ugly stone, with a white note
tied around it....................................
Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
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Next time on FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/THANKSGIVING PARTY : Sherlock Vegeta and Goku Watson?.......An invitation
accepted..............