Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Just Like Heaven ❯ Tell Me the Truth ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: I do not own DBZ, The Cure or any of their songs.

Chapter Two: Tell me the Truth

Vegeta found himself pacing back and forth in displeasure and irritation. It was late morning and the woman was still locked in her room! How was he going to get any training done, without the proper equipment to do so?

He could of course spar with Kakarott, but there was no way he would face the Third Class idiot until he himself was a Super Saiyan. He had spent the entire morning blasting rock formations into dust and that had soon become too boring.

He decided he would confront the foolish woman and demand her services. He stomped up the stairs and rapped loudly on her bedroom door.

He was answered by an annoyed, "What!" from within.

"Woman, I am ordering you to come out of there and fix my Gravity Room this instant. I have been waiting for you all morning and my patience is now exhausted!" he announced authoritatively. "That should do the trick", he said crossing his arms with satisfaction.

Bulma rolled her eyes and paused in the reading of her romance novel. "Go away you jerk! I am busy! Bedsides, you embarrassed the Hell out of me this morning and the last thing I want to see is your stupid smirking face!" she yelled back.

Vegeta found himself gritting his teeth in annoyance. "What? Embarrassed! What in the world could be so humiliating, that would cause you to hide in your room all day? If you're angry about your failed invention, then I apologize for taking it before it's completion. Now come out of that room before I blast your damned door down!"

At the sound of his apology, Bulma placed her book down and crept quietly over to the door. "I'm not angry about that anymore. I'm more upset because you made fun of me. You know…about my uhm…pleasuring myself."

Vegeta barked with laughter, "Woman, do you mean to tell me you are hiding in your room because I noticed the smell of your sex on your finger? You humans are such a prim and proper culture. It's perfectly acceptable for one to 'pleasure' one's self. There should be nothing embarrassing about self- gratification. You forget, I lived on Freiza's ship for many years." Vegeta explained, a little to smug for Bulma's liking.

Bulma's cheeks burned beet red. She and Vegeta had lived together all of these months without a single conversation, besides an exchange of cutting insults. And now here they were, talking about masturbation through a closed door. She didn't like the fact that he still held the upper edge, so she crossed her arms and asked with a smirk, "So have you ever 'gratified' yourself Vegeta?"

She heard his gasp and sputter, "What kind of a question is that? That is none of your business! Now, I have apologized so I demand you open this door and fix my Gravity machine. Your father is gone and no one else will help me. Open this door immediately!"

Bulma smirked again, "Tell me the truth Vegeta, have you ever masturbated and if so, how often? I will not open the door until you answer me. And just so you know, if you destroy my bedroom door, I will refuse to fix you training equipment You will have to wait until my father returns in two weeks. It might be longer though, they are in the City of Love."

Vegeta growled and paced the floor. He shot the bedroom door about a thousand dirty looks and finally came to a halt. "All right! Yes, I masturbate. There…are you happy?"

Bulma smiled and asked in a sugary sweet voice, "How often Vegeta?"

Vegeta felt his face flame red and he clenched his fists in anger. He had a brief fantasy about blowing the door down and evaporating the woman inside, but he calmed himself. "It depends," he said through clenched teeth. "It depends upon how long it's been since I last fucked a woman".

Bulma suppressed a laugh. She could hear the obvious irritation in Vegeta's voice. Gods! She was really enjoying this! "You still haven't answered my question, how often do you need to relieve yourself, if you haven't had sex in a while?"

Vegeta again had to suppress the urge to dismember the woman. He unclenched his fingers, crossed his arms in defense and spat out, "Three or four times a day! Now get your ass out of there and fix my Gravity Room!"

Bulma heard Vegeta stomp away. She walked over to her bed and picked up the romance novel. She gave it a quick look threw it into her garbage. "Wow! Imagine that! Three or four times a day, what a stud" she whispered to herself.

A/N: What will Bulma do? Will she throw herself at Vegeta? I would. Will Vegeta ever see Bulma in the same light as she sees him?