Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I just wanted some dinner... ❯ and I just wanted a peek... ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, its characters, its innuendos, etc, etc. I'm just using them for my own sick pleasure. And if I did own them, wouldn't I have already used my holdings, my riches, and my sick imagination to make hentai porn? I mean, seriously. I would have at least done a doujinshi, because Kami knows that people will pay top dollar for the Bulma/Vegeta ones. They'll pay so much that ordinary girls can't afford to spend their hard earned money on them. All they can afford is books with maybe ONE B/V gag story in it and most of the rest crap. And then they'll try to get lucky by bidding on auctions where there are multiple books, only to find that most of them are Gohan and Piccolo yaoi. Ugh. At least there was the one where they had the little gag strips with Piccolo as a plant and Trunks as a kitten, which almost takes my mind off of the dialogue in the Gohan/Trunks one… I'm speaking hypothetically, really… Okay, anyways, read.

Chapter 2 - and I just wanted a peek…

Well, as much as he had tried to keep his cool, nothing could have really prepared him for what he saw. Luckily, she was facing the other way and hadn't noticed his intrusion, or the resulting look of complete shock on his face at seeing her bare ass in the air. He knew he had to act fast before she noticed him standing not more than a few feet behind her, so he mustered up the courage and…

"You know, you do have your own room. I would have thought you'd have the decency to use it."

Bulma swore she jumped ten feet in the air. "Vegeta!" she gasped, clutching for her sheets, lest she lay sprawled on the couch completely naked for him to see.

*Ooh, her silk sheets… I always wondered what they'd look like wrapped around that delicious little body of hers…* "Do you always scream out my name at the end or is this the first time?"

"You're supposed to be out training!" she stammered, desperately trying to avoid eye contact as she fumbled to keep herself covered. She snatched up the vibrator she'd dropped in the confusion and stashed it under the sheets, hoping he hadn't seen everything.

"I got hungry. And the living room happens to be a necessary stop between the front door and the kitchen." He chuckled when she grabbed the vibrator. "Is the power grid for the gravity room going down all the time because you're using up all the electricity to run that little thing? Can't the scar-faced baka keep it up?"

"It runs on batteries," she mumbled, "and Yamcha is of no concern to you. As if I'd let that baka touch me anyway…" she trailed off in a nervous tone, much to Vegeta's surprise and unexpected delight.

*So, that fool hasn't defiled her yet, even better…* His head spun with the possibilities. "An interesting piece of knowledge, but it doesn't explain why you're using the living room to masturbate in." He winced as his voice got noticeably softer as he spoke. He hoped she didn't notice how nervous he was getting, trying to act cool while she squirmed under a thin veil of silk. He'd snuck a peek at her in the shower before, but this was something else. The silk hid nothing. She laid reclined back against the arm of the leather couch with one hand resting gently on her stomach, the other on her right thigh. Her body seemed to melt into the silk, with her breasts jutting out from the smoothness of her silken silhouette. Her body really was perfect. He wondered what it would feel like to touch her, just once, not as an adversary in their verbal sparring matches, but as something more… Deep in fantasy, he completely missed Bulma's response. He snapped back to reality. "What did you say?"

"Huh?" she stammered nervously. "I said, my parents were out of town and you were out training elsewhere, I figured it'd be safe. Plus I kind of wanted a change of scenery and this couch is too comfortable to resist." She managed a soft laugh. She started to wonder about his actions. He didn't seem like the ordinary Vegeta tonight, so maybe she would push him a little farther. "Lost in thought?" she asked with a smirk

He stepped closer, drowning in his lust. "Is the couch really that comfortable?" He sat down on the arm of the couch opposite her, placing a hand on the back of the couch. He leaned down closer to her. "I suppose this would be a nice place…" She looked up at him quizzically with what he could almost convince himself was a faint hint of desire on her face. He chuckled and slowly sat back up, "and I was just trying to decide how to insult you next, seeing as you seem to have left yourself `wide open'."

"Fine, do what you want." Vegeta was pretty shocked at how easily she dismissed him. He got even more shocked as he watched her rummage around under the sheet until he heard a faint humming sound.

*What the fuck??* Vegeta turned pale. She wasn't yelling at him. She didn't seem to be all that embarrassed. They'd even had a pretty decent conversation by their standards. And now she was back at it again, masturbating right in front of him. He managed to spurt weakly, "and they say Saiyajin are shameless."

"You're right, they are. If you had any sense of decency you'd be in the kitchen by now, ne?" He didn't really have a response to that one. "Besides, I've known Goku since he was little, and pretty much the first thing I learned about the Saiyajin race is that they have no problem waltzing around naked for all the world to see. And judging by how YOU waltz around this house in nothing more than spandex shorts or a towel, I doubt you're really fazed by this…"

He caught himself before he laughed out loud at that remark. *Yeah right, woman, why don't you come a little closer and touch me and see if I'm unfazed…*

Bulma closed her eyes and leaned into the couch arm, arching her back. "So, if you're not bothered by me being naked, I'm not ashamed at you seeing. And that means the only thing for me to be ashamed of is doing this in the first place, and that doesn't really bother me." She was pretty proud of herself for saving face this well. "And frankly, if you were here doing the same thing I am now, I wouldn't be offended either." Now she was really proud of herself, confident that there was no way he could top her, and that he was due to make a hasty retreat to the kitchen at any moment.

Vegeta was speechless. *She really doesn't care? Well, if I'm not going to be able to eat my dinner in peace I'm going to have to settle for making her eat those words!* He strolled over to the other side of the room and sat down with his back towards Bulma and quickly removed his shirt.

"And just what the hell do you think you're doing??"

"Well, since you said you didn't mind, I figured I'd join you…"

~Ugh, so long and still nothing really happens. I'm sorry. Plus it sounds like crap. Oh well. But on the bright side, I'm getting into this now, and with these sexy candles on my desk I don't think I'll be stopping soon. Maybe I'll get chapter three up by tonight also. Serious cock-teasing ahead…