Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Just Like Heaven ❯ Playing House ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter Four: Playing House

Vegeta was in a foul mood. He had wasted a whole day of training. His mind and heart had been totally devoted to his one cause; the lower half of his body had been devoted to another.

"Fuck this shit!" he screamed as he punched his fist into the wall. "Has it really been that long since I've been with a woman?" He began to pace as he tried to think of his last sexual encounter. Gods! It had been long before his fight with Frieza and even before the destruction of Arlia. His mind calculated the time. Three years, maybe four? He tried to remember. Ah, yes, there had been Jeice's little sister. She had been quite pleasing for a time, until he had to kill her for spying. Her name was as elusive as her face, not that it mattered anymore..

All he knew was he had deprived his body of sensual pleasure for far too long. He knew he would have to something to remedy that soon.

Normally sex was not something Vegeta thought about often. He had much more important things to dwell upon. He had lived only to conquer the evil tyrant that had eliminated his entire race. Then, his passion had been to grow stronger and defeat Kakarott. He stopped in his pacing and realized that his body was obviously telling him something now, wasn't it?

He supposed it was because he now lived in such close proximity to the Earthling females. Not that he would ever consider sleeping with the older one. The thought of those giggles permeating the air as he took her made him shudder, beside the fact that she was old enough to be his own mother.

No, it was the blue-haired woman who was contributing to his present downfall. He had found her incredibly gorgeous that first meeting on Namek. At that time he had been able to shake off any feelings, as his pursuit of immortality had been far more important. But he remembered that day, when they had all been wished back to Earth. She had invited him to stay with her family and even told him she thought he was cute.

Even though he had dismissed her comment in his usual gruff manner, he had felt an alien tingle in his gullet at the thought. She found him as attractive as he thought her. That had been one of the only reasons he had returned to live here. And remain.

He would never act on those feelings, of course. Because to sleep with her would mean attachments and that was the last thing he wanted.

No, he would have to seek out an Earthling female who was interested only in a good fuck. There were women like that all over the galaxy and finding one here should be no problem.

Yes, that would be the plan. He would go out and find some faceless body, screw her brains out and then he would feel better. No attachments and no emotions. Just the way it should be for a warrior of his caliber. He would put his plan into action as soon as possible, maybe even tonight!

Satisfied with this thought he decided to cure his present black mood. He remembered the old man saying something about the Capsule Corporation employees being afraid of him.

Vegeta snorted as he left the gravity room. Yes, terrorizing weak humans and watching them quiver in fear at his feet would be the boost to his ego that he needed. If he were truly lucky, maybe some of them would plead for mercy. He smiled at the thought.

Bulma was acutely aware of a loud beeping sound as she pulled herself from a deep sleep. She panicked for a moment, not knowing where she was. But she caught her bearings quickly and realized she was in her lab. It was dark and she knew her nap had lasted a lot longer than she had planned. She scanned her eyes over to the source of the noise. It was the tele-video announcing an incoming call. She scrambled over to the monitor and pushed the button to accept the call. It was her father and she grinned at the wonderful surprise.

"Hello there Bulma, dear. Your mother told me I should give you a call, to let you know we arrived safely. She is also worried about you because you seemed rather upset this morning. Is everything all right Princess?"

Bulma marveled at how relaxed her father looked. This was a much- needed vacation, she decided.

"Everything is great here dad, how was your trip?" Bulma scanned the screen for her mother. "Ahh…dad…where is mom? I wanted to tell her sorry for not seeing you guys off this morning. Vegeta and I got into a fight and I needed to hide."

Dr Briefs smiled. He knew this and he knew his daughter's temper. "Our trip was fine dear and your mother is relaxing in the hotel spa. She wanted to get a good mud bath in before her big shopping trip."

Bulma sighed. A trip to a spa sounded glorious and her aching back told her as much. She made a mental note not to take any more "naps" on the laboratory couch. "Are you going shopping with mom?" teased Bulma. She knew her father detested shopping. He felt more at home in a lab than anyone she knew. Bulma had the best of both worlds. She loved anything scientific and she loved shopping. She was a perfect mix of her parents. She found herself missing them already.

"No dear, I am heading into our Parisian lab. You would be amazed with some of the advances they've come up with. I believe I will have to extend our trip just to give myself an adequate inspection period. That was one of the reasons I wanted to call you Princess. Your mother and I will be staying in Paris for at least a week longer, maybe two."

Dr Briefs was amused to see a hint of jealousy in his daughter's eyes. He knew she was aching to get her hands on any new technology and he soothed her by promising to send some of the programs her way, on the secured Capsule Corp line, of course.

"Bulma dear, I called for another reason for my call. I've just received a series of phone calls from my best scientists there at Capsule Corp. It seems your Vegeta has been invading their space and scaring the daylights out of them. They are demanding I get Vegeta out of their hair. Your mother and I have been talking and we think it would be best if you moved him into some quarters off of the main compound."

Dr Briefs smiled at the out-raged expression on his daughter's face. It was no secret to the elder Briefs that Bulma had affections for the Saiyan and he knew he would have to pacify his daughter's temper before she gave him a verbal thrashing.

"Of course, we'd need you to move with Vegeta, dear. You can assist him with his training and make any necessary repairs to the equipment. That boy needs looking after and you tolerate him better than the rest of us. That would be a great help to me. I simply cannot run my company and compete with Vegeta's demands. You know the technology and you know him better than anyone. Does this sound OK to you, Bulma?"

Bulma broke out her happiest smile. "That would be great dad! Of course, we can't have Vegeta obstructing the work at Capsule Corp, that little jerk! I can't believe he is arrogant enough to push our employees around. Wow! I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner. We'll move into the little house in the upper north end of the grounds. That will give you and mom some peace and quiet and maybe Vegeta and I can work together and come up with some new training technology! Dad, you're a genius!"

Bulma had leapt out of chair and was pacing in excitement. The thought of her and Vegeta living together had her mind reeling. This would be so perfect!

"I've taken the liberty of faxing some plans over for an indoor Gravity Room. I'll send word for construction to begin immediately. I want to thank you, Bulma. You are really doing a great favor for our company. Not to mention myself, I have a feeling my hands will be full with all of these latest advances. No time to baby-sit your boy."

Dr Briefs smiled to himself as he watched radiant and happy daughter. "Well, I must be off. Good luck to you both. Call us if you need anything and we'll see you in a month."

Bulma barely registered saying goodbye to her father. Her thoughts were on the magnificent dinner she would prepare for Vegeta to celebrate her "good news".

Dr Briefs turned and smiled at his pretty wife. She had just returned from the spa and looked even more beautiful than ever. She snuggled into his arms and asked, "Well dear, did she fall for your story?" She giggled at his affirmation and wondered aloud, "How long do you think it will be before their stubborn pride will let them admit they are perfect for each other?"

Dr Briefs wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her cheek. "Hard to tell, but we both know that our darling Bulma always get what she wants. And she wants Vegeta."

Mrs. Briefs returned a loving smooch to her husband and giggled again, "You know, I almost feel sorry for that poor boy!"

Bulma had prepared a feast and it actually tasted quite good. Not that this mattered to Vegeta at this moment.

"What! Move in together!" thundered Vegeta. He sat and stared incredulously at the smirking woman across the table from him. " I refuse to be a part of your silly Earthling games. I will not play house with you woman! Is this some trick of yours to lure me into your bed? Because if it is, you can just forget it!"

Bulma sat calmly watching his tirade. He was spitting mad and this made the whole scenario even more pleasurable. She loved getting under his skin. His childish outrage just proved that he did care more for her than he dared admit. Why else would he be so opposed to the move? They lived together now, the location made little difference, if one ignored the fact they'd be completely alone.

"For you information, Mister Prince of All Saiyans, this was my father's idea. Apparently while you were out playing bully today, one of his best scientists threatened to quit. All of the employees have complained about you. No…you made your own bed, Vegeta. Now you have to lie in it and it will not be with me! If I had wanted you, I would have let you know long ago. (A bold- faced lie, she knew, but it sounded good). I do not need to resort to any "tricks" to get a man to sleep with me, I have better methods than that. So, if don't believe me, then call my dad. Otherwise, be prepared to move tomorrow."

Vegeta sat glaring at her, arms crossed. He wasn't sure what was pissing him off more, the fact that the humans were telling him he had to move or the thought of living so closely with the blue haired temptress.

She did say however that she had no sexual interest in him, didn't she? That should make living with her more tolerable and the solitude of living off-campus would suit his needs for quiet meditation.

Bulma eyed the Prince with silent satisfaction. She watched him brood for a few moments and then added, "Besides Vegeta, my dad just faxed over plans for a kick-ass Gravity Room. The plans are on the counter and if you give the OK, our workers will start building tonight."

Vegeta couldn't resist the temptation. He jumped out of his seat and read over the blue prints. He had to admit, he liked what he was seeing. The Gravity Room would be an indoor facility with more room for mobility.

Bulma joined him at the counter. "Look, it's larger than the capsule model with the control panel built into the wall. Without the center controls you'll have more room for jumping and kicking. Plus the walls will be sound proof, so you can beat the Hell out of your-self without disturbing me." She said smiling. "Of course there will be emergency shut-off devices in case you are injured and need my assistance."

Vegeta sniffed in annoyance and conceded. "I suppose this will do."

Bulma grinned at him and pulled open another set of plans. "This is my new lab. It will have up-grades in equipment, so I can design new training materials for you. Isn't it cool?" She asked, practically drooling.

Vegeta was unable to answer. He had become very aware of her close proximity to his body. In fact her arm was brushing his with a feather-like tickle. He silently willed himself to move, but his body rebelled. Some part of him was enjoying the fact that the Earth woman was making his pulse race and his groin ache.

Bulma mistaking his discomfort for irritation stepped away. She herself had been incredibly turned on by their closeness and needed an excuse to break the tension.

"I'll tell the work-men to get started immediately. You should finish your dinner, Vegeta, before it gets too cold." She gathered the blueprints into her still shaking arms and quickly left the kitchen.

Vegeta stood mystified by his body's reaction to Bulma. He was really starting to wonder what his problem was. Did he really need to get laid that badly or was it something even worse? Did he actually have feelings for that woman?

"Impossible", he thought trying to shake off the goose bumps she had caused. "I just really need to fuck", he decided. "Anything remotely female should do." And that thought appeased him as he returned to devour his dinner.