Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Just Like Heaven ❯ Hot Dreams and Hot Realities ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter One: Hot Dreams and Hot Realities

Vegeta finished the last of his morning stretches and quickly began his ritual of 500 push-ups and 1000 sit-ups. That done he decided to wander into the lab to see if the old man had fixed his training bots. He passed through the kitchen stopping briefly to grab a carton of orange juice. He slammed it in four loud gulps and slam -dunked the empty container into the garbage can.

"Ha! Two points for the Prince", he thought to himself as he opened the door to the stairwell that led into the basement lab.

He entered the lab and frowned at the dark. Had he been listening at the dinner table last night, he would have heard Dr. Briefs mention an out-of-town trip planned for the next day. But of course, Vegeta considered such mindless chatter far beneath him, that he had blocked out all conversation and focused on eating.

"Old Man, are you in here?" Vegeta asked aloud. He flipped on the light switch and was more than annoyed to find his training bots in a myriad of pieces, scattered about on a nearby table. Vegeta walked over and angrily swiped them off the table.

"Blast that old fool! I told him I wanted these done by morning…. why, I have half a mind to incinerate this whole blasted laboratory! Hmm…what's this, then?"

Bulma's alarm clock rang much sooner than she would have liked. She needed at least eight good, solid hours of sleep before she felt human. And besides, the damned insistent ringing had interrupted her favorite dream, her sex dream with Vegeta. She began to fumble blindly for the alarm, refusing to open her eyes. Her hand found what it was looking for and the sound terminated.

"Ahhh, much better", she smiled to herself. She settled back into a comfortable position and tried to recapture the now fleeting memories of her dream. She'd been dreaming of the Saiyan Prince for months now and she sometimes surprised herself with her incredible attraction to him. She clenched her eyes shut and tried very hard to re-enter what was left of her fantasy. But unfortunately the alarm clock had broken her unconscious thoughts and the burning between her legs refused to let her rest.

She moved her hand between her thighs and tried to rub the throbbing to a minimum. Her hand outside of her panties helped, but she new she would have to sate her hunger before she could sleep again. She pushed the fingertips of her right hand beneath the fabric and began to massage the area between her lips.

"Hmmmm…that's nice", she murmured, as she began to stoke more quickly. She let her mind wander and started to fantasize what it would be like to kiss Vegeta. She remembered the day she had walked into the bathroom, while the Saiyan Prince showered. Of course she had copped a few good looks and been rewarded with more than enough exposed Vegeta to fuel her dreams for the rest of her life.

Rubbing harder she began to imagine what his hard, muscled body would feel like as he held her in a rough embrace. She quickly moved to the thoughts of his perfect mouth devouring hers, his tongue probing and demanding. Working her fingers into a frenzy she started to visualize what that tongue could do to the area between her legs. Thoughts of Vegeta devouring her body like a wild and hungry animal were frozen in her mind as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her body. Gasping at the pleasure, she let her hand fall limp. Bulma again smiled to her as she let the release of her orgasm relax her body back to sleep.

In the meantime, Vegeta had set Bulma's new training bot up inside the Gravity Room. He would have been fine, if he had set the controls to a lower level. But, Vegeta had always taken things to the extreme and set the power to maximum. "Finally, I can get some training done", he said to himself as he braced for the first attack.

KA-BOOM!!!!

The explosion ripped Bulma from her nap and she shot straight up out of bed. Only one thought crossed her mind as she registered what had caused the horrific noise.

Vegeta!

Bulma raced down the stairs and out into the yard. She was still clad only in her nightshirt and panties, but that was the last thing on her mind. She half expected to find the Saiyan buried in the debris of the Gravity Room (like the last time an explosion rocked the Capsule Corporation), but she found the space ship still somewhat intact. Vegeta was lying on the ground with a startled and confused look on his face. Bulma raced up beside him and surmised that he must have just been blown through the now gaping hole in the side of the ship.

"Vegeta! Are you all right? Can you talk? Can you move?" she asked breathlessly kneeling beside him. She instinctively wrapped her arm around his still prone form. He turned his head and glared at her.

"Of course I'm all right!" he hollered. "It's this piece of shit excuse you humans call technology, it blew me through the blasted wall!"

Bulma scanned Vegeta and was relieved to see that despite a few cuts and bruises and a lot of shrapnel and dust, he seemed to be OK.

"Of course he's is OK, he is the Prince of all Saiyans, after all as he likes to reminds me of this on a daily basis", Bulma thought to herself.

Vegeta wrenched himself from her loose grasp and stood to dust the debris from his hair and clothes.

Bulma sighed and walked over to the capsule to survey the damage. She couldn't see to much from the outside, so she stepped delicately inside, praying she wouldn't cut her feet all to hell in the mess. She coughed and waived the dust out of her face and walked over to the main console.

"Everything looks intact here, I wonder what blew?" she said to herself as she scanned the room. Her eyes expertly scrutinized the interior and stopped short when the came to rest on what was left of her prototype. It was lying on the floor in about a million different pieces and her genius mind suddenly understood what had caused the blast.

"Vegeta! You jerk!" she screamed scooping a few parts into her arms. She stepped angrily out of the capsule and dumped the parts in front of the Saiyan's feet. "You stole my new prototype! How dare you?"

Vegeta paused in his grooming and stared at the dismembered robot. He then flicked his eyes to meet her angry glare. Had he not understood the severity of her anger, he would have smiled. For she stood, hands on hips, bed head hair flailing about, wearing only a skimpy nightshirt and even skimpier panties. He knew a crack about her appearance would get him in even more trouble than he was now.

He held her gaze and couldn't help his smirk, "I needed something to train with. Your father didn't fix the ones I destroyed yesterday and I found this one on the table beside them. What else was I supposed to do while you lazy humans were sleeping the day away?"

Bulma shrieked and stalked over to him until she stood inches away from his defiant pose. "You broke into my lab and stole my new invention? How dare you?" She stepped even closer and poked a finger into his upper chest. "You are not allowed in my lab! Do you hear me? And besides, the only reason I was 'sleeping the day away", was because I was up all night, working my fingers to the bone, inventing this for you. And this is the gratitude I get!"

Her last remark was more of a statement than a question, not that Vegeta was paying attention anyway. He was too distracted by her jabbing finger and the amazing scent that still lingered upon it.

Female arousal. With the musky smell of her sex permeating the space between them, Vegeta inhaled deeply and smirked.

"It smells like your fingers really were working themselves to 'the bone' last night, woman", he growled seductively.

He watched the look in Bulma's eyes turn from anger to confusion and then finally to mortification.

She gasped taking an involuntary step back, clutching her finger in her other hand. She stood before him, horrified as the realization of his statement hit her. She whispered something inaudible and ran screaming into the house.

Vegeta crossed his arms before him with sincere satisfaction. He smiled at her embarrassment but worried at his own reaction to the scent.

"It's been too long since you've been with a woman, Vegeta. The Earthling females are starting to smell good and that's a distraction you do not need", he said only to himself.

He knew he must train. These humans were making him soft. He decided to concentrate his thoughts on getting his Gravity Room fixed.

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Dr. Briefs watched the whole scene play out from a far. (He had been loading luggage into his space car, when Vegeta blew the robot to smithereens.) He had gone racing to inspect the damage, but stopped short when he saw his daughter run towards the fallen Vegeta. He watched her fuss over the surely Prince and then step into the capsule when he rebuffed her help. He was most amazed, not at Bulma's anger of her broken prototype, but by the way the Saiyan left her speechless in the midst of her tirade.

"Now that's something you don't see everyday. Someone getting the best of Bulma, I'd say that Vegeta is a keeper. I must talk to the wife about that", the Doctor thought to himself, as he turned to finish preparing for their departure.

Dr. Briefs had just shut the luggage compartment hatch when he turned to see Vegeta approaching.

"Old man, my training facility has blown up and I demand you fix it this minute", barked the Prince.

Dr. Briefs removed his eye -glasses and cleaned them with a hanky extracted from a trouser pocket.

"I'd like to help you son, but the Missus an I are just getting ready to take off for Paris. We have to tour our satellite company and overlook a new project. We'll be gone for a couple of weeks", he said thoughtfully.

Vegeta glared and crossed his arms in irritation. "Well, then I demand you get one of your bonehead employees to clean up the mess and make any necessary repairs. I must continue training as soon as possible!"

Dr Brief's smiled at Vegeta and replaced his eyeglasses. "I'm sorry son, but my employees here at Capsule Corp are all terrified of you and your angry outbursts. I couldn't pay any of them enough money to step with 50 feet of you. I guess none of them have the experience with alien races that we Briefs have. You'll have to get Bulma to help you out. She's a smart girl, she'll know what to do", he said with a shrug.

Mrs. Briefs appeared upon the scene, beaming happily at her husband and the handsome Saiyan. "Oh dear, I don't know what has gotten into Bulma. I went to say goodbye to her and she refuses to come out of her room. You'll have to calm her down, Vegeta. Either that or she'll come out when she gets hungry enough. Tell Bulma we'll be back in a couple of weeks and I'll call her when I get to Paris!"

With that, both of the elder Briefs waved to Vegeta and stepped into the space car. Vegeta stood rooted to his spot while he watched the vehicle lift off and zoom away.

"Well, that's just great! Now I'm stuck depending on that silly woman for everything until those two fools return!" Vegeta stomped angrily towards the house. He was bothered as to why spending time alone with Bulma was strangely appealing to him. He shook off the feeling and declared, "I am getting soft. Maybe I'll go blast some rocks into oblivion. That will take the edge off at least." With that thought in mind, Vegeta powered up and flew off in the direction of the desert.