Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forever More ❯ A Trick of the Eye ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Although it may have been awhile, I still do not own DBZ or any of its characters.

A/N: Hey, sorry it's been so long but I'm in Pre AP English right now and she's got us loaded up with reading. I thought I'd hurry and get this out before I got bogged down with reading again. I would like to give a tremendous thanks to Phantomscribe72 and B_Chan2007 for beta-ing, as always you do a wonderful job. I couldn't do it without you guys!! Anyway, I hope you like it!!

`Thoughts'-"Words"

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Forever More

~Ch. 4-A Trick of the Eye~

As Bulma walked inside with Vegeta in tow, she kept a smile of joy hidden inside. She led Vegeta into his old room and said, "I believe you know the facilities. I'll just get you some clean clothes."

Vegeta grunted in response and walked into the bathroom. She heard the water turn on then walked over to his closet. It was mostly filled with things that Mrs. Briefs had purchased for Vegeta when he had first lived with them, as well as a few of his old training outfits. She rummaged through the purchases and stopped at a hot pink button-down shirt. She got an evil grin as she read "Bad Man" on the back. Bulma then picked out some lime green pants and gave a full out laugh; he was gonna freak.

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Vegeta stood under the hot, cleansing spray in deep thought.

`Why did I let myself be manipulated by the Onna? Oh well, it doesn't matter, it's over now' he concluded while hastily turning off the water and stepping out of the shower.

He looked around, but he didn't see a towel anywhere.

"Woman!" he yelled, "Get me a drying cloth."

"Excuse me!" he heard Bulma yell from the bedroom, "I am not your slave to order around."

"Get me a drying cloth right now or I'll level this entire complex!" he said, awaiting her rebuttal.

"And what exactly would that accomplish, Vegeta? You'd just be standing naked on a pile of rubble. Just ask nicely and I'll gladly get you a towel." Bulma calmly retorted.

"Woman…just get me a drying cloth." Vegeta replied, suddenly tired of their pointless argument.

"Well, I guess that's the best I'm going to get." she said. Bulma then opened the door a crack and stuck in her arm to hand him the towel, but as soon as she did so the door was flung open and there stood Vegeta in all his glory, smirk included. He saw the heat rising to her face and gave a knowing laugh.

"What is it, Onna, have you never seen a man undressed before?" he asked mockingly.

"It's not that! I was just trying to give you some privacy; it's polite." she said, eyes on the floor.

Vegeta stared at her very thoughtfully. The concept of physical privacy was quite refreshing for him. On Frieza's ship there was no privacy, especially when the lizard wanted some sport. Vegeta took the towel and slowly said, "I'll take your courtesy into account."

Bulma stared for awhile before turning and walking into the hall.

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As Bulma walked into the hall she couldn't suppress her smile at the nude Vegetas doing more than just dancing in her head. She suddenly closed her eyes and shook her head to clear it of her not so virtuous thoughts.

`Hello, you've just gotten Yamcha back, don't do this!' her inner angel screamed.

She didn't get any more that 5 feet from the door before she heard an earth shattering,

"Onna!"

Than she remembered, "Oh my Kami, the clothes!" and burst out laughing.

She walked back to the door and saw Vegeta standing there in his towel holding the pink and green garments. Bulma would have found the situation funny except that her eyes were fixated on a drop of water as it slid down between his sculpted pecs, over his rippling abs, dripped off his belly button, and was (unfortunately) soaked into the towel at his waist. When her eyes finally came back up to meet his, she was met with a grin that made her want to drop dead on the spot.

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Vegeta heard her walk back into the room and promptly said, "Woman, what are these?"

But when he got no response he turned his head and saw the Onna's eyes traveling slowly down his body. As he watched her, he grew strangely aroused at the way she was analyzing him. He took a step towards her, then stopped himself.

`What am I doing?! She is with another…but not for long…' and with that his mouth formed a malicious grin and Bulma looked up.

"Like what you see?" he asked with evil humor.

Bulma looked at him angrily, "Don't be full of yourself! Anyway, that happens to be the latest fashion here." She said as if remembering why she came.

"Are you sure the men of this planet like women?" he asked skeptically.

"Most do." Bulma said, while giving a chuckle and heading out the door.

"I'm going you make some lunch now, so hurry up" she said in parting.

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As Bulma walked down the hall and into the kitchen she was giving herself the mental beating of her life.

`How could you stand there and ogle him like a horny teenager? Plus, had the stupidity to get caught doing it! You have Yamcha to think of now; who, by the way, is waiting for you! So make that lunch and get back to your man.' she thought while making about 50 hotdogs and buns, and getting out 12 bags of chips and 10 jugs of tea.

She then called one of the service bots to carry it all out onto the patio dining area. She then went into the living room to find Yamcha wrapped up in a stock car race. She rolled her eyes.

`This has got to be the most boring thing I've ever had to watch. He always goes for the monotonous shows.'

"Yamcha, lunch is on the patio."

"Thanks Bulma babe." he said, still semi-hypnotized by the circling cars.

Bulma walked outside and plopped down on one of the plush patio chairs. Soon afterwards she was joined by Yamcha who sat down and gave her an interesting look.

"So," he said slowly, "how's Vegeta?"

She looked at him carefully for a minute before she said, "He's fine, a lot cleaner now, I hope. Why do you ask?"

"Just thought I'd ask about him, seemed polite." He said sarcastically.

"Right." she said, rolling her eyes.

Just then Vegeta walked out, and her reaction was far from expected.

She had thought that the clothes she had picked would make him look funny, but right then she realized that the prince could look nothing but outstanding. The pink shirt did nothing but accentuate his lithe form, and the lime green pants only highlighted his firm ass. Her jaw almost dropped for the fact that even in the outfit she had put together, he still looked gorgeous. Thank Kami Yamcha's head had been turned toward Vegeta or he would have seen the look of awe on her face; but Vegeta saw and his usual smirk grew even wider. His smile brought her back to herself and her face changed to her pleasant business façade.

"Have a seat Vegeta, we've just started to eat lunch."

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As Vegeta stepped foot into the kitchen he could hear the Onna and the weakling talking; about him.

"So," he said slowly, "how's Vegeta?"

"He's fine, a lot cleaner now, I hope. Why do you ask?"

"Just thought I'd ask about him, seemed polite." He said sarcastically.

"Right." she said, equally as sarcastic.

`So, the weakling is jealous, is he? Well, he has good reason to be.' He thought, knowing by the tension between the two that he now had a chance. He walked out onto the patio and both their heads turned to look at him. Bulma looked like she had been hit in the face by an imaginary frying pan; and he loved it.

`If she can look at me like that in this outfit, then this will be extremely easy.' He thought while his grin grew wider.

At the Onna's invitation he sat down at the table and proceeded to eat everything in sight. After a short while, when only 1/4th of everything remained, he decided to break the silence.

"Onna, are you sure this is appropriate clothing? Not only is it unfit for someone of my rank but I've never seen anyone else on this planet wearing something like this."

He could tell she was trying to reign in her laughter at his comment, but at that exact moment one of the strongest ki's he'd ever felt appeared in a nearby region. Both Vegeta and Yamcha turned their heads in that direction and studied the landscape.

"What is it guys?" Bulma questioned anxiously.

"One of the strongest beings I've ever felt just appeared in that desert region." Vegeta said while standing up to go.

"I'm going to go see what's going on." He said quickly.

"Vegeta, wait! We should get the others first; just in case." Said Yamcha, now all business.

"Fine," he agreed, "but you must fetch them yourself. They're your friends."

He was about to take off when Bulma yelled "Vegeta, take me with you!"

"No woman, you will stay here." he declared.

"No, if something's going to happen I want to be there, I will not sit on the sidelines and wait." she said with determination in her eyes.

He truly admired her courage, and for that reason, and a perhaps a few others, he said,

"Fine!" grabbed her around the waist, and took off in the direction of who-knows-what, leaving a bewildered Yamcha to stare in wonder for the second time that day.

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I'm so busy in school and other stuff, but I try my hardest to get these chapters out in a reasonable amount of time. Anyway, as always READ & REVIEW!!! See you next time.