Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Thee Wed ❯ Fun In A Closet ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Ok, here we go, I got this story idea from a book called I thee Wed by Amanda Quick (good book check it out). And most of the characters aren't mine, their either hers or they belong to Dragon Ball Z. And I might toss a body in every now and then.

An : Au it's based in England. There will be lemon. Vegeta is very ooc at times. Bulma might be.

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Chapter One : Fun in a closet

Vegeta Stokes sat tensely in his carriage. His old master bade he come as quickly as he could. He wondered what Ignatius wanted. What would make him summon him so? He felt the carriage slow down, then stop as he approached his destiny. His footman opened the door with a bow as he hopped out, and walked up the stairs at a brisk pace. The door of the grand flat opened promptly before he could even knock.

"Mr. Stokes," The butler said bowing at the waist. Vegeta acknowledged him with a nod of his dark head. "Please follow me, Mr. Lorring awaits you in his study." He said leading the way out of the foyer.

He knocked on a large door, then went in. "Mr. Stokes to see you, Mr. Lorring. Shall you need any thing else sir?" The butler asked an old man sitting in a wing back chair close by the hearth. "No. Close the door behind you Michaels." Ignatius Lorring said. Michaels bowed then left closing the door behind him.

"Ah, Vegeta come sit. It has been a long time. How have you been?" Lorring said motioning to the chair on the side of him. Vegeta sat down in the plush leather wing back chair.

"I am fine. What is it Lorring? Are you doing alright?" Vegeta asked slightly concerned for his old master. The man was no longer young, and was very sick.

"I've been better but I've been worse as well." Lorring said casually.

"What is it then? Your letter sounded extremely urgent, I rushed over post haste."

"It is Vegeta. It is."

"Then what is it stop beating around the bush. Come out with it."

Lorring sighed heavily. His age truly showing. "I had hoped not to involve you in this. But as I cannot go around investigating due to old age and this damnable sickness, I need some one younger, someone I can trust someone who knows the art of the Saiya-jins. So I was forced to send for you. My best and most experienced student of the Saiya-jin arts."

It was Vegeta's turn to sigh. "What ever you need. You do not need to butter me up with all the flattery. Now what is it you need?"

Lorring chuckled. " 'Tis all true my boy. You could have become a great legend. A true master." His face turned grave. "I believe someone is after the legendary dragon balls. The book of The Dragon is probably already in their grasp. I believe that someone took a recipe out of the book of The Dragon, to try and find the dragon balls. After the recipe was deciphered." Lorring bent forward quickly, a coughing fit seizing him. Vegeta leaned forwards concerned, the man sounded as if he where trying to cough up a lung.

When his fit abated and he had a drink of water Ignatius continued. "Blue Mont had the book in Italy. I have been informed that Blue Mont is dead and the book vanished. The book is very important to the monks who study Saiya-jin in Diglacier. I feel that it is my fault the book is missing, and I wish to return it to the monks, before I die."

Vegeta stood up and paced in front of the fire. Letting everything sink in. After several long moments he turned back to his old master.

"I shall help you." He said.

"Great! I knew I could count on you." Lorring smiled. "You must travel to Ware castle. Basil Ware is holding a party there. You will want to monitor Lady Miranda Ames. A Very shady lady."

Vegeta nodded. "Fare thee well Ignatius." He said with a small bow, then departed.

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'Damn the bastard. Damn him to hell!' Bulma thought sourly, as the cool nigh breeze blew lose strands of her aquamarine hair. It was just her rotten streak of luck that Yamcha Chaplin was here; she lost her last post because of that bastard. She squeezed the balcony railing until her knuckles were white. Thank god that when she worked for Mrs. Ratline she wore a black wig. Now she had to avoid Mr. Yamcha Chaplin for the remainder of their week stay at Ware castle, just incase he recognized her. Even though now she had no wig, and wore spectacles.

He had cost her, her last post because he had tried to force him self on her. He was famous for forcing himself upon young lonely chambermaids, companions, and governess.

She was in the line closet by herself when he came upon her. Mrs. Ratline discovered them minutes later, and turned her out with out a reference. She had blamed her for his actions. Did she know how hard it was to get a decent job any where in England without a reference? Pompous old hag never had to do a day's hard work in her rich life. Besides she didn't like the old hag anyway.

Bulma squinted in the darkness. It was a full moon out and it illuminated the night nicely. She could make out a figure in all black climbing into a room. Who was it? She leaned forwards, it was Mr. Vegeta Stokes. And he was climbing into a chamber suit that did not belong to him. Peculiar. Her curious nature beckoned but she would not pursue.

She could never jeopardize her position as paid companion to Lady Lattemier. Letty was all ready gracious in forgiving the matter of her temper. God knows how many jobs she had lost due to that huge flaw. Besides she liked Letty.

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Bulma sighed, pushed up her spectacles, and turned to go back inside. As she was four stairs down the stair way used by servants, she heard voices. Just her rotten luck. She had picked this stair way because it was never used much, and those attending the ball wouldn't use it. It was also way to early for any of them to be leaving.

She stood still, not making a sound. The voices were clear, even though hushed, coming up the old curvy steps.

"I'm so glad you decide to join me Yamcha." Lady Ames voice drifted up to her. Bulma suppressed the useless urge to run down the stairs and beat Yamcha Chaplin senseless… or at least try to anyways. Damn her luck lately. Of all the people in the ware castle she had to run into Yamcha.

"It's my pleasure Miranda. You know we she ask someone to join us." Yamcha chuckled.

"Mayhap Lady Lattermier's little companion. She almost looks familiar."

Bulma gasped.

"I should think not! How dare you insist that we have a threesome with that horrid little mouse? I am way above that, I would never share my bed with someone so below my status. Besides she has such awful coloring with that blue hair, and those drab dress and horrid spectacles!" Miranda exclaimed with disgust.

Bulma bit her tongue, awful coloring?! She could see them now, they couldn't see her yet. But the would soon. She couldn't just stand here and let them find her. She grabbed the skirts of her dress turned and ran back up the stairs.

Her kid slippers not making a sound. She tried a door on her left. Locked. Another locked. Another locked. The where almost upon her now. She ran across the hall tried a door and it opened easily in her hand, she went in and closed it behind her. She heard heels clicking on the stone floor. Praying they would pass her. They didn't. They stopped right in front of the door she was behind.

She mentally cursed her luck again. "Hold on I have to get my key out." Miranda's voice drifted through the wooden door. She heard rustling as Miranda looked through her parcel. Then the clatter of metal on stone.

"Damnation look what you made me do."

Bulma hastily looked around for a hiding spot. She ran to the bed. No luck there. Trunks were stored under the bed, with no room for her. She looked around again. Nowhere but the tall oak wardrobe. She ran to it, silently. Opened the door and stepped in backwards. Closing the wardrobe door as the bedchamber door opened. A hand covered her mouth and an arm grabbed her around the waist pulled her back against a masculine body.

A man whispered in her ear. "Don't scream. Or you'll give us both away. And we don't want that." She recognized the voice from earlier from introductions. The famous Vegeta stokes. She shook her head vigorously. "Good." He whispered.

"Be careful with my skirts. I do not want them wrinkled!" Miranda's voice came in clearly through the wardrobe doors.

"If I uncover your mouth your not going to scream are you?" Vegeta whispered in her ear. She shook her head. He removed his hand from over her mouth but kept his arm around her wait. 'Probably afraid I'll run out.' Bulma thought as she noticed his masculine form pressed into her back. The warmth of his body, his strong muscles. A small shiver ran down her spine. She could smell him. His own pleasant scent mixed with a smell of leather and the cologne he wore.

Yamcha had Miranda against a wall, kissing her and running his hand over her body. His mouth dipping to the low cut of her stylish gown that revealed much of her cleavage.

"I will not be made love to against the wall, like the common maids and servants that you frequent your self with."

"You know walls and closets are just as fun even and more interesting the beds. I remember one girl I enjoyed in a linen closet. She was quite an adventure." He paused to chuckle. "Mrs. Ratline found us together and turned the little minx out."

Bulma's hands balled up into tight fists. Her body began to shake. Vegeta couldn't tell if it was from fear or anger. When she had opened the wardrobe door he thought he had stumbled upon a jewel thief. Well when the got out of here he would hear her story. He felt her begin to pull away from him and grabbed her around the waist tighter. "Don't do it." He whispered. She relaxed a little. 'That bastard!' Her mind screamed, sine her mouth could not. She wanted to fling the wardrobe door open and kill Yamcha Chaplin.

Lady Ames undressed quickly and neatly; laying her dark blue gown on a chair then went to her four poster bed.

"Take it off." Miranda commanded from the bed. Referring to Yamcha's shirt and neck ruffle.

"Oh come now,-he approached the bed- it took my footman forever to do this particular knot. Quite the latest fashion."

"I don't want to have sex clothed! I'll re-do it for you when we finish." Irritation becoming more pronounced in Lady Ames' voice. She snaked a hand over her breast to her nipple, and began to play with it. She spread her legs wide for his viewing pleasure.

Yamcha squeezed the bed sheets, he was already very much so aroused, and this pushed him over the edge.

Lady Ames starred at him, her disgust barely hidden.

"Do you know that I had these sheets brought here specially? So that I could sleep on my own sheets. Now look what you've done! Now they'll have to be washed! Get out, I revoke my desires in you. Leave my chamber's at once!" Miranda said, disgust, disbelief and anger laced her tone. She closed her legs and crossed her arms over her chest.

"But Miranda please…."Yamcha begged.

"Get out now."

"Miranda reconsider."

"Get out right now, go find a maid to take care of your pleasures. I am a Lady and I deserve someone who can please me as such. You're much to use to maids to pleasure me. It is still early. I can go back down to the ball and find a real man to enjoy my company. One who doesn't come so quickly."

Yamcha closed his mouth in a firm line. Angry. Not moving from the foot of the bed.

"Get out now! Or do I have to summon my footman to escort you out?"

"Fine I'm going you don't have to call that brute." Yamcha said as he dressed then left slamming the door behind him.

Lady Ames 'humped' the got off the bed. She redressed then sat at her vanity. Freshening her rouge, and running a brush through her black hair. She left shortly after.

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