Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ For Crying Out Loud! ❯ Discussions and Meetings ( Chapter 2 )

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

"Damnit Layla! Quit laughing! We need to figure this situation out!"

I managed to sit up, still holding my poor aching stomach from laughing so hard, already feeling the hiccups starting in my diaphragm.

"What's there to figure out? I already know what I have to do."

"Don't you think for ONE second that I'm going to let use my body in such a way!"

"I don't really think you have a choice here Bulma. I'm sure that once I get you laid-"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

"That I'll just return back to my own body. And hopefully, I won't be fired by the time that happens."

"Who cares about your worthless job!? This is my body we're talking about here!"

"I'm sorry Bulma, but there's really no way around this. You and Vegeta have to-"

There was a sharp knock at the door. I scrambled to my feet and ran back into the bedroom to answer. Opening the door, I looked down at a bubbly looking blonde. Ah. Bulma's mother.

"Yes... Mom?"

"Hey! That's MY mother!"

I sent her an image of me kicking her ass if she didn't shut up.

"Bulma dear, is there someone in here? I thought I heard you talking." Bunny said, her smile never leaving her face.

"Uh, no... Mom... Just thinking out loud I guess."

"Oh. Well, I wanted to tell you that breakfast was ready, your father wants to talk to you about his new invention, and that sweet young man is having problems with the Gravity Room again."

I chewed at my bottom lip, an unconscious habit I have, searching for the now nonexistent lip ring that I had on my original body.

"Ugh! Don't worry! The Gravity Room isn't that difficult." Bulma assured me. At least she was warming up to the idea of sharing her body with me.

Like she had a choice.

"Um, alright Mom. I'll be down in a few."

Bulma's mother nodded her head and skipped back down the hall and down the stairs. I shut the door slowly, again trying to hold back my laughter. Making my way over to the closet, I tried to ignore the inane babbling coming from Bulma.

"I cannot believe you actually think that I'm going to let you use my body to have SEX with Vegeta! He's such a jerk! How could he possibly be a turn on? I'll bet he doesn't even have a dick. Probably lost it in battle or SOMETHING. Besides, he hates me. Not more than I hate him, mind you. I just-"

"Bulma. A pound of chocolate."

"You don't have the THREATEN me! This is MY body after all! And I personally don't want to be violated by that scum bag!"

"Bulma, trust me. It won't be that bad. And damnit, don't you have anything decent to wear?" I asked, my eyes scanning her vast closet. She had tons of clothing, but none were quite my style. If I had to be in her body, I sure as hell wasn't going to traipse around in pastels.

"What do you mean decent? My clothes are just fine."

"Listen here honey. If I'm stuck in this body, then it's technically mine. You're just the annoying list voice at the back of my mind until further notice. The first thing we do is go shopping for comfortable stuff. Ah. Here's something I can handle."

I had managed to find a pair of baggy baby blue bibs. Not really a color I liked, but hell, at least they weren't skin tight like the rest of her clothes looked to be. I picked a tank top close to the same shade of blue. I pulled the shirt on, as well as the bibs, but let the straps dangle behind me, giving Bulma's already lovely curves a deadly look. I could get used to this body.

"Don't even think about it."

I smirked at that. Finding a pair of chunky slip on shoes, I went to the mirror to do some quick touch ups. I sighed again. All she had were these..... pretty... colors. I opted for just some thick black eye liner and rose lipstick. Satisfied, I made my way downstairs towards the kitchen. I had just turned the corner at the bottom of the steps, when I ran into what felt like a brick wall, and fell flat on my ass.

I didn't have to look up to see what, or rather who, I had run into. I looked up anyway though, trying to mentally prepare myself for seeing Vegeta for the first time, and ignoring the cynical laughter of Bulma.

I couldn't help my jaw dropping at the sight of him. He was taller than I would have thought, even from the view I was getting on the floor. His shoulders were broad and muscled, the skin pulled tight and tan. He wore only a black muscle shirt and navy blue spandex training shorts, each line, each crevice shown in fine detail underneath the clothing.

"Watch were you're walking woman." he said gruffly.

Ah yes.

Vegeta.

Asshole.

Check.

I pushed myself up and dusted off my behind, expecting him to walk right past. But no, he stood right where he was, his arms crossed. He was staring at me. I'm not sure if he knew it or not, but being stared at is one of the only things that could set off my temper.

"Do you have a problem?" I spoke harshly, getting right into his face; standing on tip toes even until I could feel his breath on my face. He blinked, but never took a step back.

"Layla what are you doing! You're going to get me killed!"

"There's something different about you onna. What are you up to?"

That took me by surprise. I lowered myself to regular height again, but didn't back off.

"I'm not up to anything Vegeta. Just thinking about some over due changes."

His brow arched, a motion for me to continue. But, Bulma screaming at me in a panicky voice wouldn't let me.

"You'll find out... sooner or later." My last words were whispered, husky, and I reached up, my fingernail choosing a spot just under his chin at the center of his throat. I dragged it down lazily until I reached between his collar bones. He didn't make a move. It was like he was a statue. Perfect.

Without another thought, I flashed him a girly smile and tripped off to the kitchen. This was going to be so much fun.

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**A/N: hurrah.. another chapter done... Let me know what ya think, please? I'm having a lot of fun writing this, and I can only hope you guys are having just as much fun reading it ^_^ Toodles!