Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inappropriate Behavior ❯ No Rest for the Weary ( Chapter 1 )

Yes, three years ago I really wrote this hyper intro... *shakes head* I'm keeping it for the memories...Ginia

Hi Everyone! I'm so excited! This is my first fanfic and I chose to present to you my approach to the Bulma/Vegeta get together. I know its been done a thousand times but I think you'll enjoy this story anyway! Two short passages (marked with # at start and finish) are taken from the DBZ television episode titled "Frieza's Counterattack." My little story leads up to and then branches off from within that episode. This story contains adult situations and just bit of salty language so don't read it if that kind of thing offends you!

~'Blah, blah,' are thoughts.

Inappropriate Behavior

by Ginia

Part 1 ~ No Rest for the Weary

Vegeta stalked down the seemingly deserted corridors of the station. Some type of warning must have escaped one of the earlier bases he had destroyed. They knew he was coming and had prepared for his arrival. Prince Vegeta, Frieza's 'Saiyan Lap Dog,' had come calling to repay their bill of insolence. With Kakarott's defeat of Frieza, only the bases still loyal to Frieza's name were left for Vegeta to vent his anger on and he took pleasure in their fear.

Vegeta could sense some sort of energy field a short distance ahead. ~'A trap, of course,' he thought. Vegeta hoped that this base would offer him at least a light workout. The other bases had been pathetic in their attempts to stop him, no challenge for him at all. As Vegeta approached the focus of the energy he examined every detail of his environment. Even when faced with sure victory he would not be reckless. Vegeta attempted to prepare for whatever trap had been laid.

A faint hum whispered in Vegeta's ears and a strange vibration seemed to tickle his skin. Without any further, warning Vegeta's senses reeled, sending him stumbling against the corridor wall. He shook his head trying to clear his vision and his mind. Vegeta wiped a shaky hand across his face, the glove came away bloody. His nose had begun to bleed. Staring at the blood Vegeta understood that he would have to act quickly. They were using some sort of automated sonic attack, attempting to tear him apart one cell at a time. It was working.

Even as he felt his body weaken, Vegeta concentrated to bring his energy up to a useable level. He created an expanding sphere of destruction, which gradually moved through the levels around him. At last the sound stopped and Vegeta settled slowly into the shallow crater the upper levels of the station has become. He found that he could not maintain his balance and sank to one knee.

Anger flooded Vegeta's veins, ~'The cowardly bastards! If they won't face me then they'll die where they hide!' After a few more deep breaths, Vegeta stood and began to power up. Vegeta could tell that their attack had diminished his energy, but that wouldn't save them. As he rose into the air he sent blast after blast throughout the perimeter of the station until nothing but charred rubble remained.

Vegeta flew slowly back to his waiting ship. He wasn't seriously damaged but he wasn't in great shape either. With his ship's fuel already running low, Vegeta decided that now was as good a time as any to find out if Kakarott had returned to Chikyuu.

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'BRRAAaaaAAaaa…!' Another alarm brought the weary warrior back to the ship's control panel.

"Kuso! What is it with all these patrols?" Vegeta carefully adjusted his trajectory to avoid the intruding ship. Chuckling darkly, he decided that whoever had taken control of Frieza's forces must be getting tired of having their bases destroyed.

The Capsule Corp ship he'd stolen nearly a year ago had allowed him to train at high g's while seeking out any sign of Kakarott. It had also provided convenient access to many of the planets that still harbored Frieza's bases. Unfortunately, the speedy ship was also unarmed.

On any planet Vegeta was confident he had no equal but he also knew that the only way for him to survive in space was to avoid the armed vessels that had begun to hunt him. Professor Briefs had built his ship with advanced electronics that made avoiding unwanted attention possible, but not easy. As long as Vegeta remained alert and altered his course as needed, he should be able to stay beyond sensor range of the any patrolling ships.

Satisfied with the new readings, Vegeta was finally able to return to the sleeping mat he had arranged near the controls to try and get some much needed rest.

"At this rate it'll take me another two weeks to reach Chikyuu," he grumbled. As Vegeta dozed, he thought about his dwindling fuel reserves and his annoyance that he hadn't found Kakarott. In his weary state, one wandering thought led to another: ~'Annoying… those annoying humans… blue hair… so easy to annoy…' With that final fading thought Vegeta slept once again.

* * * * *

# On a sunny balcony overlooking the Capsule Corp grounds, Bulma and the gang were enjoying cold drinks and the peaceful atmosphere.

Bulma broke the quiet; "I had a weird dream last night that Vegeta came back."

Yamcha sputtered "What! Vegeta? You dreamt about him?!

"Ya know, actually he was pretty nice to me in the dream… and a good kisser to boot."

"What?! You kissed him?!" Yamcha couldn't believe what Bulma was telling them.

"It was just a dream Yamcha," scolded Bulma.

"You poor sap," teased Oolong, "You're jealous aren't ya? Admit it!"

"Yeah, right," humphed Yamcha.

Mrs. Briefs was refilling their drinks and added, "Speaking of Vegeta, your Dad said he should be running out of fuel soon."

This caught Bulma's attention, "Hmmm? Vegeta's running out of fuel?" With that comment Bulma sighed deeply, leaning on the balcony railing and looking out into the distance.

Yamcha watched her sad and thoughtful face with unease. #

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For nearly a month, Vegeta had been dodging the sensors of other ships. He couldn't risk detection by any unknown vessel. He had pushed himself past the point of exhaustion and was operating on pure stubbornness. As Chikyuu approached, staying awake was now his biggest challenge.

"Almost there….stay focused….stay awake….almost…."

Vegeta's ship crashed near the Capsule Corp main house. ~'Feh… Any landing you can walk away from…' He opened the hatch and started down the canted walkway breathing deeply of the fresh air. His eyes even then wanted to drift closed.

Yamcha was once again visiting Bulma, trying to dig himself out of his latest female fiasco. "Bulma, please! She was a sports reporter, it was nothing but a business dinner!"

Whether Bulma believed him or not was suddenly overshadowed by the appearance of the missing Capsule Corp spaceship as it crashed a bare hundred yards away.

Yamcha flew towards the ship, placing himself at the ready between the quickly approaching Bulma and their unwanted guest. "Vegeta! You have some nerve coming back here!"

Vegeta's eyes flashed open at Yamcha's challenge; shocked that his energy was so depleted he hadn't sensed the fool's presence. Vegeta had hoped to determine Kakarott's whereabouts without dealing with more of these annoying humans than possible. He looked at the pair before him, sighed and rubbed his forehead with one gloved hand. The sooner he got rid of this fool the sooner he could rest.

"Not that it's any of your business, baka, but I had hoped that Kakarott had finally returned?" With his question hanging, his eyes met Bulma's where she hid behind Yamcha - neither broke their gazes. Yamcha did not like Vegeta looking at Bulma for any reason and answered him sharply.

"No, he hasn't! Now get back in that ship you stole and get the hell out of here! If you can't find Goku on your own don't expect us to help you! So, leave! You're not welcome here!"

Bulma could almost see the flames of rage spark to life within Vegeta's eyes at Yamcha's words. There was no way she was going to let a battle erupt on the patio of her home; especially after Vegeta's crash landing had already ruined her mother's garden.

# Bulma stepped between the two warriors, "Hey guys - ugh! What is that awful smell?" Stepping closer to Vegeta and tapping him on the chest she continued, "Oh, it's you! When's the last time you bathed there, bud? You need a bath… Please, this way."

Pointing towards the house, Bulma began to walk away leaving both Vegeta and Yamcha with expressions of extreme surprise behind her. Looking back at the unmoving Vegeta she asked, "Well, what? Did you want me to roll out the red carpet?" #

Anger again surged through Vegeta followed almost immediately with waves of exhaustion. With no more than an annoyed "Humph!!" Vegeta stalked after her into the house. A hot shower and a short period of uninterrupted rest did sound good right then… maybe even better than beating that sorry excuse for a warrior to a pulp. After all, chuckled Vegeta; there will always be time for that later.

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Once they reached the bathroom Bulma began to tell Vegeta about the Nameks' departure for a new planet, along with anything else she could think of to fill the ever-lengthening silence. As she started the water, she noticed Vegeta sitting on the vanity stool completely ignoring her, but also just barely awake. "Vegeta?" she called softly, gesturing to his clothes. "Give me those smelly things and I'll get them washed. Oh, and after you've finished in here you can rest up in your old room if you want. No one is using it."

Vegeta 'humphed' and began to pull off his armor. "No! Wait! Not in front of me!" squeaked Bulma.

"Foolish woman!" Vegeta spat, "Get out then! I'm ready for my shower!"

Bulma shot out of the bathroom door and waited for Vegeta to hand out his dirty clothes. Instead she heard the shower door shut as the Saiyan Prince began his shower.

"That inconsiderate prick!" Bulma stormed back into the room and stooped to grab Vegeta's clothes off the floor. As she arose, she saw Vegeta standing in the shower propped up by his hands in the water's path, his head resting on the wall tiles, and completely unaware of her presence. Concern touched her heart. ~'He's so tired. I wonder what he's been through these last few months?' She left quietly, gently shutting the door behind her.

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Once she had returned to the patio Bulma suggested that Yamcha go on home. He definitely did not agree! Bulma countered his objections by reminding him that Vegeta had already lived at Capsule Corp for several months. In all that time, he had neither killed anyone nor destroyed the place, and that was without Yamcha being alive and hovering about. "So, unless you really want to stick around and discuss your 'business date' with that 'reporter girl' some more…?"

Yamcha decided that maybe it would be all right to leave Vegeta where he was for now and get out while he still could. Bulma was obviously in no mood to be reasonable.

A few minutes later Bulma heard a bellowing call from the house, "Woman! Woman, are you out there? Where are the drying cloths? Woman!"

"Keep your shirt on Vegeta!" An image of Vegeta naked in the shower flashes through her mind bringing a blush to her cheeks, "I'll get you some towels in a second." Bulma quickly grabbed a couple of towels from the linen closet and took them to the soggy Saiyan. "Here ya go, Vegeta."

A dripping hand reached out as Vegeta snatched a towel from Bulma through the partially opened door. Grunting, "About damn time Woman," he slammed the door in her face.

"Fine, then!" She shouts at the closed door, "Next time you can just get your own stupid towel!" The door suddenly opened and Bulma stumbled back in surprise as a very wet Vegeta stomped out wrapped in the towel.

Vegeta glanced at Bulma's startled face, snarled, and pushed past her, heading for his old room. Looking at the liquid trail he left, she tried to give him the other towel. "Here Vegeta - you're dripping everywhere! You need a second towel to dry off with since you're wearing the first one!"

"Damn fool Woman," grumbled Vegeta, shrugging away from Bulma's repeated attempts to hang the towel around his shoulders.

"Damn it, Vegeta! There's a river of water dripping from your hair! You're flooding the floor!"

"Woman, quit pestering me!" Vegeta stepped into his room followed closely by Bulma.

"But, Vegeta you're soaking wet! If you don't dry that mop on your head you'll never get dry! Do you want to get sick?" Vegeta just growled and with his towel still wrapped around his waist, lay down on his bed with his back towards Bulma. "Why don't you use your ki to dry your hair? That's what Yamcha does when he's in a hurry.

"Woman, I'm not that -(yawn)- that weakling human you're Mated to -(yawn)- I don't get sick… mmm… I'm a Saiyan warrior… strongest warrior…" With a final sigh Vegeta's voice faded into an exhausted sleep.

Bulma took the towel she had been trying to force into Vegeta's hands and began to softly rub his exposed back dry. "Yeah, tough guy, and I'm sure your shivering just because you want to," whispered the now smiling Bulma.

As Bulma continued to dry Vegeta's beautifully shaped back she examined his many scars, tracing each one with her fingers, wondering what kind of damage would leave such scars on the nearly indestructible Saiyan. Low on the small of Vegeta's back, just peeking over the towel he wore, was a mark Bulma recognized. "Hmmm," she murmured, "his tail scar, looks just like Goku's," but as her fingers outlined that small circular nub, something unexpected happened.

At her touch Vegeta groaned softly and thrust his hips forward, away from her curious fingers. Bulma backed away quickly thinking she had awakened him but as she watched she realized that he was sound asleep and still moving his hips very slightly. She giggled softly, ~'Guess he liked that,' and with a mischievous grin, all too similar to Vegeta's habitual smirk, she approached the bed again.

Peeking over his back, she could see the bulge within the towel he wore. "Yep," she whispered, "I'd say he liked that a lot." Her fingers searched out his tail scar once more, gently stroking over the slightly raised bump. Again a soft groan rewarded her, but this time Vegeta shifted position as he thrust his hips forward in need, leaving him lying upon his stomach. As Bulma continued her soft massage of his tail spot his groans became louder, his thrusts more desperate.

His hands gripped the bedspread and pillow, soon pushing the pillow away from his face. He turned his head from side to side as if seeking something. Bulma backed away to watch as the show continued on without her encouragement. Vegeta squirmed, rubbing himself against the bed in his sleep, becoming more and more agitated. Bulma found herself rubbing her fingers against her own sex as Vegeta's burning need stirred an answering heat deep within her.

"Who are you dreaming of, Vegeta?" wondered Bulma as she slowly backed toward the door. Vegeta's thrusts had taken on the unmistakable pattern of approaching climax and she didn't want to be caught still in his room if he awoke. She held his door barely open, watching until he began to cry out in words she couldn't understand, needing to see as much of his pleasure as possible before fleeing to her own room.

End Part 1