Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THANKSGIVING PARTY ❯ I use to think maybe you love me, Now, Baby, I'm sure..... ( Chapter 8 )
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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: 3 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 267 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Psychological / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.06.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 267 | Status: Completed
NOTES:
Many thanx to all who review!
WARNINGS: Language,violence, PARTYING AND FUN!...... and a whole host of mayhem! There will be very adult situations somewhere in and around this series....at sometime.
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.....Part Seven title is from the song "Walkin' on Sunshine" from Katrina and the Wave so give them the credit.....Monique, Ursula, Dina, Devon, Jason, the Chief, Madeline, Kevin, Bobby, Ryan, Jessie, and Danny are my creations that I can manipulate (*evil laugh*).
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FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/THANKSGIVING PARTY:
Part Seven: 'I use to think maybe you love me, Now, Baby, I'm sure......'
WARNING: This is pure fluff...fun for all with a bit of angst and danger hinted
for the upcoming installment to follow!
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Bulma woke up with a jarring start and glanced over at her vanity at the clock...~~Kuso!!! I need to get going...rehearsal, and presents to get to the ballroom, and the Kinro Kansha no Hi feast!~~ Rolling out of bed quickly, and dislodging the sleepy Vegeta's arms from her, she quickly made her way to the bathroom.....~~Lazy Saiyan!!!! Time his ketsonoana was up....he has a bathroom in his old room to get showered up..... Trudging over to her CD player, Bulma put in a REAL upbeat tune to start the day. With a positively evil Saiyan grin, Bulma turning up the volume........
Yeeaow ! Um Yeah !
I used to think maybe You love Me, now Baby I'm sure
And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now everytime I go for the mailbox gotta hold Myself down
Cause I just can't wait till You write Me You're comin' around
Now I'm Walking On Sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm Walking On Sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm Walking On Sunshine (whoa oh)
And Don't it Feel Good (Hey) (All right now) And Don't it Feel Good (Hey)
(Yeah)
I used to think maybe You love Me now I know that it's true
And I don't wanna spend My whole life just a waitin' for You
Now don't want You back for the weekend, not back for a day (na no no)
I said Baby I just want You back and I want You to stay
(Oh Yeah) I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (Whoa oh)
I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (Whoa oh)
I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (Whoa oh)
And don't it feel good (Hey) (All right now) And don't it feel good (yeah) (Oh Yeah) And don't it feel good
Walkin' On Sunshine Walkin' On Sunshine (yeah)
Vegeta bolted upright out of the bed, his wild hair shooting in all directions......" SHIMATTA TURN OFF THAT MUSIC , ONNA! I TOLD YOU THAT HURTS MY EARS!" he shouted, veins fairly popping on his neck. A very naked and very exuberant Bulma didn't hear a word; but just be-bopped around, getting things ready for her shower. The trumpets in the song that blew seem to shriek at ever nerve in his ears......he felt fairly sure his ears were bleeding.....he touched a hand up to his ear, and pulled them away to examine his fingers.......no blood yet.
Bulma had jiggled and shimmied to the shower during this tirade from her Prince. She quickly adjusted the water, and stepped in letting that heavenly water massage her skin with magic water fingers.
I fell alive, I feel a love,
I feel a love that's really real I fell alive, I feel a love,
I feel a love that's really real I'm On Sunshine Baby (Oh)
(oh yeah) I'm On Sunshine Baby (Oh)
I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (whoa oh )
I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (whoa oh )
I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (whoa oh )
And don't it feel good (Hey) (All Right Now)
And don't it feel good (I say it, I say it, I say it again, now)
And don't it feel good ( hey, yeah now )
And don't it feel good (now don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it , don't
it, don't it feel good)
(I say it, I say it, I say it again, now)
~~NO YOU WONT SAY IT AGAIN, JAJAUMA, IF I CAN HELP IT!!~~ Vegeta's mind shrieked. With that, he glared at the CD player with a look of pure hatred, much like the look he gave Frieza at the height of battle. ~~That little majo has taken advantage of my kindness during her recuperation.....NO MORE!!~~
And don't it feel good don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it and
don't it feel good
Tell Me, Tell Me, Tell Me again and don't it feel good (Oh yeah now)
And don't it feel good, don't it feel good, don't it feel good Now don't it
feel good
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah yeah, yeah, oh yeah (repeat to fade)
Vegeta raised his hands, and with a carefully measured concentration, ki blasted the damned offending player to the next dimension.~~There, let my father and Frieza dance to that screaming kuso....~~ and with a smug look, he curled back into the Bulma scented covers to rest.
It was at this point that Bulma charge out of the shower, "AND JUST WHO IN THE JIGOKU DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU KETSUNOANA? THAT WAS MY FAVORITE CD AND STEREO....YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THAT!!! she bellowed. Her crystal blue eyes snapped with a cold flame.......an icy burning touch......
"You forget yourself, onna. I am the Prince of the Vegetasei, and that obnoxious, screaming box begged for destruction." He loved it when her eyes snapped like this....he had missed their verbal 'sparring'; she had seemed so remote after the assault. Now he was seeing Bulma's old self again; his little firey Mate......ye gods what a Saiyan she would have made! "Besides, since I am forced to this frivolous function of yours this evening, the least you could do is thank me properly..." he smirked, toying with the bed sheet.
"Why you little sneak! How could you possibly need 'thanking' as you call it to go somewhere with me! Am I that repulsive? Fine! I'll call Yamcha, or maybe I can call his friend Kevin. I thought I was your 'Mate'; well obviously, I thought wrong!" and with that she turned to the telephone and abruptly started dialing Yamcha's number. Before she could even finish, she found the phone cord ripped from the wall, and the receiver being snapped in half.
"NEVER, ever question me again!" Vegeta growled with dangerous eyes flaring,"You are MY Mate, and the first man that touches you is dead.....so be careful what you do, because unfaithfulness will get you both killed." The twinge in her eyes immediately made him realize he made a huge mistake....once again, his pride had tripped him up.
Bulma began to back away, " Look Vegeta, just leave me alone, okay? Right now, I don't need this.....I've had enough with threats...." but she didn't finish her statement, because she backed against her vanity chair's leg, causing her to trip and fall. She landed hard on the floor and once more hit her head. Vegeta strode quickly to her, lifting her up,"Stop acting absurd, onna! I would never hurt you. You are my Mate........" deep feelings stirred his soul where she was concerned; unspoken......never to leave his lips except in a kiss.
"Vegeta, I.........", Bulma said in a quiet whisper. She shut her eyes and poured her thoughts out to him ~~Aishiteru, but you make me so angry!~~ Tears welled up in her eyes, and he pulled her close. ~~Little one, never doubt my feelings for you......~~ but he never finished as Bulma pulled him close in a savage kiss.
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The convoy of catering trucks parked by the Capsule Corporation Ballroom at 9AM to begin loading the banquet foodstuffs. By lunch, the last delivery was made and everything was in the proper cooling or heating facilities. All that needed to be done was some assembly, and it would be set. Since the Rehearsal Supper/Shower and Kinro Kanshi no Hi was due to begin at 7PM, everything was right on time.
The Ballroom was spectacular and quite large.......... around 2000+ square feet. It was an average rectangular shape with one wall slightly rounded to accomodate a oval platform; a stage of sorts. The stage did not advance out very far into the main room, but it was enough to hold an average size band if one was hired. The stage area would be used to house a huge banquet table that would be stuffed with turkeys, hams, roasts, a multitude of rice dishes, vegetable dishes, and breads; this was a reserved table for our Saiyan senshi cordoned off with special rope. A separate banquet table would be for a huge array of delectable desserts ranging from chocolate mousse, to lemon meringue pie. Yet a third banquet table was reserved as a smaller buffet style dinner for guests to partake of regular amounts. Danny once again was hired to handle the music. At the far end of the room, stood galley kitchen used for the caterers, and the small sound room for Danny. Bulma had purchased sound equipment for the purpose of the party... which would come in handy later for other events with the Company.
White satin drapes had been hung from the 10 ft. ceiling, and pooled down in silky puddles on the polished wood floor. Teal, black, and white bunting festooned the tops of the curtains, and draped in perfect swags here and there.....and directly above and centered was a huge silver mirror globe. Gel lights of various colors were assembled above multcolored streamers and party balloons. Danny, as the DJ, would once again have a control panel available in order manipulate the lighting/colors to change with the mood of the music.
Lining the longest wall, directly parallel of the stage, were series of circular tables with accompanying chairs. This enabled all invited guests to sit and eat in more convenient groups. Each table was covered in a crisp, white tablecloth, and gleaming silverware. Beautiful tapered candles graced each table, encircled with simple strands of babies breathe. There were gifts for the wedding party laid out according to place cards and party favors for every guest to celebrate Kinro Kansha no Hi.
Bulma surveyed the entire room, and then meticulously walked the entire area, taking every detail into account to make sure nothing was left out. She then proceeded to the DJ booth, and check with Danny to make sure everything was ready to go.....
"Hey, Danny, how's it goin'? It sure is good to see you again!"
"Great Ms. Briefs! How are you feeling?"
"I'm doing just fine! In fact I actually feel better than I did at the Halloween Party!"
"Cool! Well, the music is all lined up and I have the other music you wanted for the Rehearsal Supper all ready. My lighting sheet is next to me like before, so that I can set the lights up for each musical number....I was just running over the specs again and doing a system check.. like we did for the Halloween Bash."
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Bulma made her way back to the main building, and to her room in order to get changed for the party. It was about 5 o'clock now, which gave her plenty of time to get ready. In the small room she called her closet, she once again began to rummage around for the accessories to go with her outfit. The dress she had bought with the girls the day the went shopping for Monique's wedding was a knockout. The satin shift dress with its little spaghetti straps was a shimmering aqua, which matched her hair perfectly. It fell to mid-thigh in length, and had two very alluring slits which ran up either side about 3 more inches. Bulma pulled out her little cross lace sandals the spiked heals, in a matte silver. They reminded her of sandals the ancients wore in Rome eons ago. Silver and diamond earrings, and a simple silver bracelet was all she wore for assessories. Looking at her little silver watch, she realized she had only about an hour before everyone would start to arrive. She quickly jumped up and rushed out her door only to slam right into Vegeta.
"NANI? Vegeta why haven't you gotten ready? There isn't much time left!" Bulma complained. She stopped her tirade though, when she realized that Vegeta had on his battle suit. "You CAN'T wear that, baka! This is a party, not a Budokai !" ~~Leave it to Vegeta to think a battle suit was dress attire~~ "Didn't you see the clothes that were laid out on your bed?"
Vegeta spat at this entire speech,"Woman, a Saiyan battle suit is proper attire! It is practical, formal enough for this ridiculous party of yours, and I can train or spar with Kakkarot after your little amusement is over!"
Bulma knew that yelling at this point wasn't gonna do a bit of good.....shimatta stubborn Saiyan! Then she got an evil little smile on her face, and with a little sway of the hips, she began to circle him.........around and around........surveying him with a wicked gleam in her eyes.......the panther stalking its prey. Licking her lips with her tongue she looked up to his face when she came back to the front. " Well, it might not be bad at that, luv. You'll be the only one there who looks like a Chikyuu ballet dancer in tights......" she smirked.
Vegeta glared at her,"Onna, I am no Chikyuu-jin, and no 'dancer'! " He fumed as she continued to circle him.....finally he had enough,"Little Majo!" he growled and pulled her to him roughly. Her outfit had the desired effect on him.....he was positively quaking with want for her....The satin hugged her curves, lapping at her thighs. He was jealous of a slip of fabric that nuzzled her skin as only he wanted. ~~Baka onna~~ he growled in thought.
She then stopped in front of him once again, this time prying lose those rigid crossed arms, and taking the massive hand in hers. She guided them to her waist, and then wrapped them around her. "Vegeta," she breathed, and snuggled into his chest. ~~Damn woman, and her damn body and she was his damn Mate.......DAMN!~~ He slammed her tightly to his body and began feverish kisses......his body heat rising dangerously......
"Vegeta,please....." Bulma whimpered slightly. She had won her little 'battle' with the Saiayan no Ouji but she was losing the war with her desires. Vegeta merely growled and continued to bite and nip gently at her neck.....She shuddered," Vegeta-chan please, there is no time for this, and people will be here soon..."
"PAH! What do I care.....it is you that I want and you are MINE, woman....." and he started his assault again.
"No, Vegeta, not now....." she said firmly backing up slightly.
"Humpf, if that's what you want," he breathed pulling her close once more. He lifted up her chin with one finger, eyes glittering a hard black,"But you OWE me onna, and I WILL collect" and with that he stalked off to change into the other outfit.......
Bulma shuddered, and abruptly turned to go below to start the celebrations.........
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It was a little after 7pm and guests starting pouring in to the Ballroom. Jason and Monique were the first to arrive shortly followed by Son-kun, Chi-Chi, and Gohan. Piccolo followed in behind and quickly went to a remote corner of the Ballroom......he really had no interest in these affairs, but his close friendship with Goku and Gohan compelled him out of respect. There was also another nagging reason....Devon. While Namekians did not engage in the same mating rituals as humanoids, soul bonds and intimacy were achieved in other ways.......Devon's quiet dark beauty, and reflective nature appealed to the verdent skin warrior. She was a worthy companion. When she entered the Ballroom, Piccolo's eyes were riveted to her. She wore 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. A human goddess that had stepped out time past.
Tien followed shortly with Chaotzu. Dina floated in on Tien's arm wearing a stunning thigh-high, spaghetti strapped shift style dress in moire lavender. It was a very plain but elegant dress, and showed off her rather voluptous figure perfectly. Right behind them came Krillian and Ursula. Krillian clung to his blonde, giggling companion, who wore 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.
Son-kun, Chi-Chi, and Gohan were immediately placed at the Saiyan banquet table while the other guests drifted to the buffet line and to their respective side tables. Bulma arrived just in time, and immediately began to circulate among her friends chatting about various things. Vegeta followed shortly after that, wearing a magnificent white silk shirt, and deep black leather pants. The shirt was opened at the neck by two buttons, giving him a sensual an careless appearance. ~~Shimatta! He still is wearing those damned gold-tip boots!~~Bulma thought as she inspected his appearance.
"Vegeta, you could have at least worn the boots I bought!" Bulma grumbled.
"Llie, onna. The clothes are bad enough, and you will pay for that....." he glared at her with a wicked smirk.
"Whatever you say, luv" Bulma said slyly, and started to sashay away from him......she stopped quickly for a bit, whirled around and said,"Oh! by the way your place to eat is over there" and motioned to the banquet table where Goku and Gohan were busy eating like a pack of hungry wolves.
"Onna, I WILL not eat with that bakayaro and his brat!" he fumed.
"Suit yourself, luv, the other tables are for everyone else.....THAT is the Saiyan table....eat there or eat nothing," she smirked, and with a flip of the hem on her satiny dress, she took off to mingle with the others.
"DAMN that woman" he muttered to himself. By Kami, she was going to pay for this later.....he would have her begging the rest of the night!! Still he had to admit he was hungry, and perhaps that imbecile had come across more clues about the Onna's notes. Vegeta strode over quite reluctantly to the table where Goku had just stuffed another turkey leg in his mouth, "Owwhh, hwwi Vwwegwwta" he burbled as he munched. Gohan had gone off to the desserts table with Chi-Chi, so Vegeta felt the situation was at least salvageable.
"Kakkarot, shut your baka mouth......I'm hungry and I need to think....have you managed to find out anything more about those 'notes'?" he grumbled.
" Well, now that you mention it Vegeta," swallowing hard," I do remember something. When you asked me to get the scent off of those notes, I noticed not one but two human smells.....one is very faint......and I seem to feel like I remember it from somewhere............"
"Well, you ketsunoana, don't just sit there, speak!" Vegeta rumbled.
"That's just it.....I can't seem to remember where I have smelled that scent before.....but it was recent, I know that" Goku replied helpfully.
"KUSO, Kakkarot, can't you do anything right? SHIMATTA! Don't you realize my Mate could be in danger? You had better think more about this and come up with something......." and with that Vegeta went to the other end of the huge banquet table and began to eat.
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Meanwhile, Bulma had brought Jason and Monique to the table of honor, loaded with all of the shower gifts. Monique blushed as she opened toasters, blenders, woks, gift certificates, a whole set of china courtesy of the entire Z Senshi. Bulma then walked up to them both, and announced to them both," Now I haven't yet given you my gift....." and Bulma held in her hand a small rectangular gold box. Monique's eyes went wide as she and Jason both looked inside to find 2 keys.....One had a golden keychain labeled "home", and the other "car". The couple looked up at Bulma, who had a sheepish smile on her face....she so loved to surprise people in a big way.....
Monique's eyes started to brim with tears,"Bulma, I don't know what to say......" and abruptly hugged her best friend.
Jason put his hand on Monique's shoulder, " Bulma, we love you with all of our hearts" and with that 'Crusher' picked up both girls in his arms, lifting them off the floor in a huge bear hug. Bulma just giggled.
"The address to your new house is inside the box, and the car is outside........" Bulma grinned.
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At the Saiyan Banquet table, Vegeta looked up to notice the big human picking up his Mate and another female. He growled under his breath and the hackles began to raise up on his neck......~~How DARE that piece of filth touch his Woman~~ He started to rise and take care of the situation when Goku replied "Vegeta, he is just her friend. She gave Jason and his soon-to-be wife a wedding gift and both of them love her very much".
"SHUT UP, Kakkarot! That may be all well and good, but that filthy human has no right to put his hands on MY Mate......especially since he has his own" Vegeta growled. Just about that time the bubbling Bulma came over to chat with them. " Oh! did you see how they loved my surprise!" she clapped her little hands together.
"Onna, was it necessary for that ketsunoana to touch you? You are MY onna, or does he need a reminder?" Vegeta threatened.
At this Bulma's eyes got a twinkle ~~So my koudanshi is jealous!~~ "Why Vegeta-chan, I didn't even know you were looking at us" Bulma said innocently.
Goku quietly smiled at these two......he thought of Mirai Trunks and what he had told them about his parents......
"Majo, you knew very well I was watching....." he growled threatingly. Vegeta got up, and pulled her into a rough embrace. The kiss he gave her then was nothing like she had ever experienced......she literally grew faint. He kept her clamped tight to his body, "THAT, onna, is so you won't forget who you belong to......"
"Hai, Vegeta, " she said faintly. He released her then satisfied that he had gotten that hulking oaf's image from her brain.....~~Baka onna. Looks like she will need frequent reminding of her place~~ he smirked.
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Guests slowly started to depart and soon it was just the Z Senshi and their dates. They lingered over dessert, talking about tomorrow and also future training sessions to prepare for the time ahead. It was at this point that things began to fall apart......
"Kakkarot, I will beat you and I will reach Super Saiayan, baka!" Vegeta growled.
Piccolo grumbled, " Vegeta you are the one who will be beaten with that attitude."
"You challenge me, Namek!" Vegeta snarled.
"Bring it on" Piccolo grinned wickedly. Quick as lightening Piccolo flashed by the dessert banquet table, followed by the fuming Vegeta. Bulma was screaming at Goku to make them stop, but before he could do anything, Piccolo smashed a chocolate cream pie into the Saiyan no Ouji's face! Vegeta with a deadly calm hand, cleared the chilled chocolate confection from his eyes. In seconds, with blurring speed, Vegeta grabbed a lemon meringue, and hurled it ........only to hit Chi-Chi right in the back of her head. The creamy, sunshine yellow slithered down the back of her head as she screamed to Goku. Not at all happy about her ruined hair and dress, Chi-Chi grabbed the chocolate cake, and hurled it in Vegeta's direction, blindsiding Bulma on the chest. The chocolate cake slipped down, oozing a slimy trail of brown down her gorgeous new satin dress.
Everyone became deadly quiet.
"THAT'S IT! EVERYONE LEAVE!" thundered Bulma. She was shaking with fury, tears streaming down her face as she brought up a hand to wipe them away. She didn't realize that her hand was caked with the slimy chocolate, and it smeared all over her face.......making her cry harder.
Everyone quickly made a hasty retreat, mutter quick goodnights as they gathered the coats. Danny, who had been safely tucked away behind the DJ booth, put on a soft selection of music, and retreated. He could always see Ms. Briefs after this about any problems.
With everyone now gone, except her and Vegeta, she whirled on him in full battle mode,"YOU JUST HAD TO DO IT! YOU JUST HAD TO RUIN EVERYTHING! DO YOU HATE ME? WHAT IN THE JIGOKU HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU? I GIVE YOU A HOME, A PLACE TO TRAIN, MYSELF, AND YOU....YOU....DAMN YOU!"....she spun around fixing to stalk out of the Ballroom.
Vegeta, fast as the speed of light, flashed in front of her,"And just WHO do you think you are to say such things to me? I did nothing! That imbecile was gloating about his training with that chibi gaki of his!" ~~She looks so cute with all that chocolate.....now where the jigoku did THAT come from~~ as he shook his head a bit.
Bulma could say a word, her anger was at a boiling point. She just balled up her fist and started to strike at him, but Vegeta caught her in mid air. "Onna, the party was not ruined....." and he began to lap up the chocolate and salty tears on her face. "Come to me woman......" he growled low, his need taking over any anger they both felt. Bulma dissolved against him as he lifted her into his arms...........
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He watched as the last of the guests left, securely hidden by the shadows and trees. He pulled the black leather jacket collar up around his neck, trying to ward off the chill........~~Last one, last time.......what a pity......~~ He was practiced enough to suppress his ki.....no one even detected him..........He walked forward and gently taped a message to the front door of Capsule Corporation..........
"Onna........prepare......to meet.....thy god............."
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Many thanx to all who review!
WARNINGS: Language,violence, PARTYING AND FUN!...... and a whole host of mayhem! There will be very adult situations somewhere in and around this series....at sometime.
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.....Part Seven title is from the song "Walkin' on Sunshine" from Katrina and the Wave so give them the credit.....Monique, Ursula, Dina, Devon, Jason, the Chief, Madeline, Kevin, Bobby, Ryan, Jessie, and Danny are my creations that I can manipulate (*evil laugh*).
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FOOD FIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/THANKSGIVING PARTY:
Part Seven: 'I use to think maybe you love me, Now, Baby, I'm sure......'
WARNING: This is pure fluff...fun for all with a bit of angst and danger hinted
for the upcoming installment to follow!
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Bulma woke up with a jarring start and glanced over at her vanity at the clock...~~Kuso!!! I need to get going...rehearsal, and presents to get to the ballroom, and the Kinro Kansha no Hi feast!~~ Rolling out of bed quickly, and dislodging the sleepy Vegeta's arms from her, she quickly made her way to the bathroom.....~~Lazy Saiyan!!!! Time his ketsonoana was up....he has a bathroom in his old room to get showered up..... Trudging over to her CD player, Bulma put in a REAL upbeat tune to start the day. With a positively evil Saiyan grin, Bulma turning up the volume........
Yeeaow ! Um Yeah !
I used to think maybe You love Me, now Baby I'm sure
And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now everytime I go for the mailbox gotta hold Myself down
Cause I just can't wait till You write Me You're comin' around
Now I'm Walking On Sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm Walking On Sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm Walking On Sunshine (whoa oh)
And Don't it Feel Good (Hey) (All right now) And Don't it Feel Good (Hey)
(Yeah)
I used to think maybe You love Me now I know that it's true
And I don't wanna spend My whole life just a waitin' for You
Now don't want You back for the weekend, not back for a day (na no no)
I said Baby I just want You back and I want You to stay
(Oh Yeah) I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (Whoa oh)
I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (Whoa oh)
I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (Whoa oh)
And don't it feel good (Hey) (All right now) And don't it feel good (yeah) (Oh Yeah) And don't it feel good
Walkin' On Sunshine Walkin' On Sunshine (yeah)
Vegeta bolted upright out of the bed, his wild hair shooting in all directions......" SHIMATTA TURN OFF THAT MUSIC , ONNA! I TOLD YOU THAT HURTS MY EARS!" he shouted, veins fairly popping on his neck. A very naked and very exuberant Bulma didn't hear a word; but just be-bopped around, getting things ready for her shower. The trumpets in the song that blew seem to shriek at ever nerve in his ears......he felt fairly sure his ears were bleeding.....he touched a hand up to his ear, and pulled them away to examine his fingers.......no blood yet.
Bulma had jiggled and shimmied to the shower during this tirade from her Prince. She quickly adjusted the water, and stepped in letting that heavenly water massage her skin with magic water fingers.
I fell alive, I feel a love,
I feel a love that's really real I fell alive, I feel a love,
I feel a love that's really real I'm On Sunshine Baby (Oh)
(oh yeah) I'm On Sunshine Baby (Oh)
I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (whoa oh )
I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (whoa oh )
I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (whoa oh )
And don't it feel good (Hey) (All Right Now)
And don't it feel good (I say it, I say it, I say it again, now)
And don't it feel good ( hey, yeah now )
And don't it feel good (now don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it , don't
it, don't it feel good)
(I say it, I say it, I say it again, now)
~~NO YOU WONT SAY IT AGAIN, JAJAUMA, IF I CAN HELP IT!!~~ Vegeta's mind shrieked. With that, he glared at the CD player with a look of pure hatred, much like the look he gave Frieza at the height of battle. ~~That little majo has taken advantage of my kindness during her recuperation.....NO MORE!!~~
And don't it feel good don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it and
don't it feel good
Tell Me, Tell Me, Tell Me again and don't it feel good (Oh yeah now)
And don't it feel good, don't it feel good, don't it feel good Now don't it
feel good
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah yeah, yeah, oh yeah (repeat to fade)
Vegeta raised his hands, and with a carefully measured concentration, ki blasted the damned offending player to the next dimension.~~There, let my father and Frieza dance to that screaming kuso....~~ and with a smug look, he curled back into the Bulma scented covers to rest.
It was at this point that Bulma charge out of the shower, "AND JUST WHO IN THE JIGOKU DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU KETSUNOANA? THAT WAS MY FAVORITE CD AND STEREO....YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THAT!!! she bellowed. Her crystal blue eyes snapped with a cold flame.......an icy burning touch......
"You forget yourself, onna. I am the Prince of the Vegetasei, and that obnoxious, screaming box begged for destruction." He loved it when her eyes snapped like this....he had missed their verbal 'sparring'; she had seemed so remote after the assault. Now he was seeing Bulma's old self again; his little firey Mate......ye gods what a Saiyan she would have made! "Besides, since I am forced to this frivolous function of yours this evening, the least you could do is thank me properly..." he smirked, toying with the bed sheet.
"Why you little sneak! How could you possibly need 'thanking' as you call it to go somewhere with me! Am I that repulsive? Fine! I'll call Yamcha, or maybe I can call his friend Kevin. I thought I was your 'Mate'; well obviously, I thought wrong!" and with that she turned to the telephone and abruptly started dialing Yamcha's number. Before she could even finish, she found the phone cord ripped from the wall, and the receiver being snapped in half.
"NEVER, ever question me again!" Vegeta growled with dangerous eyes flaring,"You are MY Mate, and the first man that touches you is dead.....so be careful what you do, because unfaithfulness will get you both killed." The twinge in her eyes immediately made him realize he made a huge mistake....once again, his pride had tripped him up.
Bulma began to back away, " Look Vegeta, just leave me alone, okay? Right now, I don't need this.....I've had enough with threats...." but she didn't finish her statement, because she backed against her vanity chair's leg, causing her to trip and fall. She landed hard on the floor and once more hit her head. Vegeta strode quickly to her, lifting her up,"Stop acting absurd, onna! I would never hurt you. You are my Mate........" deep feelings stirred his soul where she was concerned; unspoken......never to leave his lips except in a kiss.
"Vegeta, I.........", Bulma said in a quiet whisper. She shut her eyes and poured her thoughts out to him ~~Aishiteru, but you make me so angry!~~ Tears welled up in her eyes, and he pulled her close. ~~Little one, never doubt my feelings for you......~~ but he never finished as Bulma pulled him close in a savage kiss.
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The convoy of catering trucks parked by the Capsule Corporation Ballroom at 9AM to begin loading the banquet foodstuffs. By lunch, the last delivery was made and everything was in the proper cooling or heating facilities. All that needed to be done was some assembly, and it would be set. Since the Rehearsal Supper/Shower and Kinro Kanshi no Hi was due to begin at 7PM, everything was right on time.
The Ballroom was spectacular and quite large.......... around 2000+ square feet. It was an average rectangular shape with one wall slightly rounded to accomodate a oval platform; a stage of sorts. The stage did not advance out very far into the main room, but it was enough to hold an average size band if one was hired. The stage area would be used to house a huge banquet table that would be stuffed with turkeys, hams, roasts, a multitude of rice dishes, vegetable dishes, and breads; this was a reserved table for our Saiyan senshi cordoned off with special rope. A separate banquet table would be for a huge array of delectable desserts ranging from chocolate mousse, to lemon meringue pie. Yet a third banquet table was reserved as a smaller buffet style dinner for guests to partake of regular amounts. Danny once again was hired to handle the music. At the far end of the room, stood galley kitchen used for the caterers, and the small sound room for Danny. Bulma had purchased sound equipment for the purpose of the party... which would come in handy later for other events with the Company.
White satin drapes had been hung from the 10 ft. ceiling, and pooled down in silky puddles on the polished wood floor. Teal, black, and white bunting festooned the tops of the curtains, and draped in perfect swags here and there.....and directly above and centered was a huge silver mirror globe. Gel lights of various colors were assembled above multcolored streamers and party balloons. Danny, as the DJ, would once again have a control panel available in order manipulate the lighting/colors to change with the mood of the music.
Lining the longest wall, directly parallel of the stage, were series of circular tables with accompanying chairs. This enabled all invited guests to sit and eat in more convenient groups. Each table was covered in a crisp, white tablecloth, and gleaming silverware. Beautiful tapered candles graced each table, encircled with simple strands of babies breathe. There were gifts for the wedding party laid out according to place cards and party favors for every guest to celebrate Kinro Kansha no Hi.
Bulma surveyed the entire room, and then meticulously walked the entire area, taking every detail into account to make sure nothing was left out. She then proceeded to the DJ booth, and check with Danny to make sure everything was ready to go.....
"Hey, Danny, how's it goin'? It sure is good to see you again!"
"Great Ms. Briefs! How are you feeling?"
"I'm doing just fine! In fact I actually feel better than I did at the Halloween Party!"
"Cool! Well, the music is all lined up and I have the other music you wanted for the Rehearsal Supper all ready. My lighting sheet is next to me like before, so that I can set the lights up for each musical number....I was just running over the specs again and doing a system check.. like we did for the Halloween Bash."
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Bulma made her way back to the main building, and to her room in order to get changed for the party. It was about 5 o'clock now, which gave her plenty of time to get ready. In the small room she called her closet, she once again began to rummage around for the accessories to go with her outfit. The dress she had bought with the girls the day the went shopping for Monique's wedding was a knockout. The satin shift dress with its little spaghetti straps was a shimmering aqua, which matched her hair perfectly. It fell to mid-thigh in length, and had two very alluring slits which ran up either side about 3 more inches. Bulma pulled out her little cross lace sandals the spiked heals, in a matte silver. They reminded her of sandals the ancients wore in Rome eons ago. Silver and diamond earrings, and a simple silver bracelet was all she wore for assessories. Looking at her little silver watch, she realized she had only about an hour before everyone would start to arrive. She quickly jumped up and rushed out her door only to slam right into Vegeta.
"NANI? Vegeta why haven't you gotten ready? There isn't much time left!" Bulma complained. She stopped her tirade though, when she realized that Vegeta had on his battle suit. "You CAN'T wear that, baka! This is a party, not a Budokai !" ~~Leave it to Vegeta to think a battle suit was dress attire~~ "Didn't you see the clothes that were laid out on your bed?"
Vegeta spat at this entire speech,"Woman, a Saiyan battle suit is proper attire! It is practical, formal enough for this ridiculous party of yours, and I can train or spar with Kakkarot after your little amusement is over!"
Bulma knew that yelling at this point wasn't gonna do a bit of good.....shimatta stubborn Saiyan! Then she got an evil little smile on her face, and with a little sway of the hips, she began to circle him.........around and around........surveying him with a wicked gleam in her eyes.......the panther stalking its prey. Licking her lips with her tongue she looked up to his face when she came back to the front. " Well, it might not be bad at that, luv. You'll be the only one there who looks like a Chikyuu ballet dancer in tights......" she smirked.
Vegeta glared at her,"Onna, I am no Chikyuu-jin, and no 'dancer'! " He fumed as she continued to circle him.....finally he had enough,"Little Majo!" he growled and pulled her to him roughly. Her outfit had the desired effect on him.....he was positively quaking with want for her....The satin hugged her curves, lapping at her thighs. He was jealous of a slip of fabric that nuzzled her skin as only he wanted. ~~Baka onna~~ he growled in thought.
She then stopped in front of him once again, this time prying lose those rigid crossed arms, and taking the massive hand in hers. She guided them to her waist, and then wrapped them around her. "Vegeta," she breathed, and snuggled into his chest. ~~Damn woman, and her damn body and she was his damn Mate.......DAMN!~~ He slammed her tightly to his body and began feverish kisses......his body heat rising dangerously......
"Vegeta,please....." Bulma whimpered slightly. She had won her little 'battle' with the Saiayan no Ouji but she was losing the war with her desires. Vegeta merely growled and continued to bite and nip gently at her neck.....She shuddered," Vegeta-chan please, there is no time for this, and people will be here soon..."
"PAH! What do I care.....it is you that I want and you are MINE, woman....." and he started his assault again.
"No, Vegeta, not now....." she said firmly backing up slightly.
"Humpf, if that's what you want," he breathed pulling her close once more. He lifted up her chin with one finger, eyes glittering a hard black,"But you OWE me onna, and I WILL collect" and with that he stalked off to change into the other outfit.......
Bulma shuddered, and abruptly turned to go below to start the celebrations.........
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It was a little after 7pm and guests starting pouring in to the Ballroom. Jason and Monique were the first to arrive shortly followed by Son-kun, Chi-Chi, and Gohan. Piccolo followed in behind and quickly went to a remote corner of the Ballroom......he really had no interest in these affairs, but his close friendship with Goku and Gohan compelled him out of respect. There was also another nagging reason....Devon. While Namekians did not engage in the same mating rituals as humanoids, soul bonds and intimacy were achieved in other ways.......Devon's quiet dark beauty, and reflective nature appealed to the verdent skin warrior. She was a worthy companion. When she entered the Ballroom, Piccolo's eyes were riveted to her. She wore 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. A human goddess that had stepped out time past.
Tien followed shortly with Chaotzu. Dina floated in on Tien's arm wearing a stunning thigh-high, spaghetti strapped shift style dress in moire lavender. It was a very plain but elegant dress, and showed off her rather voluptous figure perfectly. Right behind them came Krillian and Ursula. Krillian clung to his blonde, giggling companion, who wore 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.
Son-kun, Chi-Chi, and Gohan were immediately placed at the Saiyan banquet table while the other guests drifted to the buffet line and to their respective side tables. Bulma arrived just in time, and immediately began to circulate among her friends chatting about various things. Vegeta followed shortly after that, wearing a magnificent white silk shirt, and deep black leather pants. The shirt was opened at the neck by two buttons, giving him a sensual an careless appearance. ~~Shimatta! He still is wearing those damned gold-tip boots!~~Bulma thought as she inspected his appearance.
"Vegeta, you could have at least worn the boots I bought!" Bulma grumbled.
"Llie, onna. The clothes are bad enough, and you will pay for that....." he glared at her with a wicked smirk.
"Whatever you say, luv" Bulma said slyly, and started to sashay away from him......she stopped quickly for a bit, whirled around and said,"Oh! by the way your place to eat is over there" and motioned to the banquet table where Goku and Gohan were busy eating like a pack of hungry wolves.
"Onna, I WILL not eat with that bakayaro and his brat!" he fumed.
"Suit yourself, luv, the other tables are for everyone else.....THAT is the Saiyan table....eat there or eat nothing," she smirked, and with a flip of the hem on her satiny dress, she took off to mingle with the others.
"DAMN that woman" he muttered to himself. By Kami, she was going to pay for this later.....he would have her begging the rest of the night!! Still he had to admit he was hungry, and perhaps that imbecile had come across more clues about the Onna's notes. Vegeta strode over quite reluctantly to the table where Goku had just stuffed another turkey leg in his mouth, "Owwhh, hwwi Vwwegwwta" he burbled as he munched. Gohan had gone off to the desserts table with Chi-Chi, so Vegeta felt the situation was at least salvageable.
"Kakkarot, shut your baka mouth......I'm hungry and I need to think....have you managed to find out anything more about those 'notes'?" he grumbled.
" Well, now that you mention it Vegeta," swallowing hard," I do remember something. When you asked me to get the scent off of those notes, I noticed not one but two human smells.....one is very faint......and I seem to feel like I remember it from somewhere............"
"Well, you ketsunoana, don't just sit there, speak!" Vegeta rumbled.
"That's just it.....I can't seem to remember where I have smelled that scent before.....but it was recent, I know that" Goku replied helpfully.
"KUSO, Kakkarot, can't you do anything right? SHIMATTA! Don't you realize my Mate could be in danger? You had better think more about this and come up with something......." and with that Vegeta went to the other end of the huge banquet table and began to eat.
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Meanwhile, Bulma had brought Jason and Monique to the table of honor, loaded with all of the shower gifts. Monique blushed as she opened toasters, blenders, woks, gift certificates, a whole set of china courtesy of the entire Z Senshi. Bulma then walked up to them both, and announced to them both," Now I haven't yet given you my gift....." and Bulma held in her hand a small rectangular gold box. Monique's eyes went wide as she and Jason both looked inside to find 2 keys.....One had a golden keychain labeled "home", and the other "car". The couple looked up at Bulma, who had a sheepish smile on her face....she so loved to surprise people in a big way.....
Monique's eyes started to brim with tears,"Bulma, I don't know what to say......" and abruptly hugged her best friend.
Jason put his hand on Monique's shoulder, " Bulma, we love you with all of our hearts" and with that 'Crusher' picked up both girls in his arms, lifting them off the floor in a huge bear hug. Bulma just giggled.
"The address to your new house is inside the box, and the car is outside........" Bulma grinned.
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At the Saiyan Banquet table, Vegeta looked up to notice the big human picking up his Mate and another female. He growled under his breath and the hackles began to raise up on his neck......~~How DARE that piece of filth touch his Woman~~ He started to rise and take care of the situation when Goku replied "Vegeta, he is just her friend. She gave Jason and his soon-to-be wife a wedding gift and both of them love her very much".
"SHUT UP, Kakkarot! That may be all well and good, but that filthy human has no right to put his hands on MY Mate......especially since he has his own" Vegeta growled. Just about that time the bubbling Bulma came over to chat with them. " Oh! did you see how they loved my surprise!" she clapped her little hands together.
"Onna, was it necessary for that ketsunoana to touch you? You are MY onna, or does he need a reminder?" Vegeta threatened.
At this Bulma's eyes got a twinkle ~~So my koudanshi is jealous!~~ "Why Vegeta-chan, I didn't even know you were looking at us" Bulma said innocently.
Goku quietly smiled at these two......he thought of Mirai Trunks and what he had told them about his parents......
"Majo, you knew very well I was watching....." he growled threatingly. Vegeta got up, and pulled her into a rough embrace. The kiss he gave her then was nothing like she had ever experienced......she literally grew faint. He kept her clamped tight to his body, "THAT, onna, is so you won't forget who you belong to......"
"Hai, Vegeta, " she said faintly. He released her then satisfied that he had gotten that hulking oaf's image from her brain.....~~Baka onna. Looks like she will need frequent reminding of her place~~ he smirked.
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Guests slowly started to depart and soon it was just the Z Senshi and their dates. They lingered over dessert, talking about tomorrow and also future training sessions to prepare for the time ahead. It was at this point that things began to fall apart......
"Kakkarot, I will beat you and I will reach Super Saiayan, baka!" Vegeta growled.
Piccolo grumbled, " Vegeta you are the one who will be beaten with that attitude."
"You challenge me, Namek!" Vegeta snarled.
"Bring it on" Piccolo grinned wickedly. Quick as lightening Piccolo flashed by the dessert banquet table, followed by the fuming Vegeta. Bulma was screaming at Goku to make them stop, but before he could do anything, Piccolo smashed a chocolate cream pie into the Saiyan no Ouji's face! Vegeta with a deadly calm hand, cleared the chilled chocolate confection from his eyes. In seconds, with blurring speed, Vegeta grabbed a lemon meringue, and hurled it ........only to hit Chi-Chi right in the back of her head. The creamy, sunshine yellow slithered down the back of her head as she screamed to Goku. Not at all happy about her ruined hair and dress, Chi-Chi grabbed the chocolate cake, and hurled it in Vegeta's direction, blindsiding Bulma on the chest. The chocolate cake slipped down, oozing a slimy trail of brown down her gorgeous new satin dress.
Everyone became deadly quiet.
"THAT'S IT! EVERYONE LEAVE!" thundered Bulma. She was shaking with fury, tears streaming down her face as she brought up a hand to wipe them away. She didn't realize that her hand was caked with the slimy chocolate, and it smeared all over her face.......making her cry harder.
Everyone quickly made a hasty retreat, mutter quick goodnights as they gathered the coats. Danny, who had been safely tucked away behind the DJ booth, put on a soft selection of music, and retreated. He could always see Ms. Briefs after this about any problems.
With everyone now gone, except her and Vegeta, she whirled on him in full battle mode,"YOU JUST HAD TO DO IT! YOU JUST HAD TO RUIN EVERYTHING! DO YOU HATE ME? WHAT IN THE JIGOKU HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU? I GIVE YOU A HOME, A PLACE TO TRAIN, MYSELF, AND YOU....YOU....DAMN YOU!"....she spun around fixing to stalk out of the Ballroom.
Vegeta, fast as the speed of light, flashed in front of her,"And just WHO do you think you are to say such things to me? I did nothing! That imbecile was gloating about his training with that chibi gaki of his!" ~~She looks so cute with all that chocolate.....now where the jigoku did THAT come from~~ as he shook his head a bit.
Bulma could say a word, her anger was at a boiling point. She just balled up her fist and started to strike at him, but Vegeta caught her in mid air. "Onna, the party was not ruined....." and he began to lap up the chocolate and salty tears on her face. "Come to me woman......" he growled low, his need taking over any anger they both felt. Bulma dissolved against him as he lifted her into his arms...........
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He watched as the last of the guests left, securely hidden by the shadows and trees. He pulled the black leather jacket collar up around his neck, trying to ward off the chill........~~Last one, last time.......what a pity......~~ He was practiced enough to suppress his ki.....no one even detected him..........He walked forward and gently taped a message to the front door of Capsule Corporation..........
"Onna........prepare......to meet.....thy god............."
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