Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Just Like Heaven ❯ On the Prowl ( Chapter 6 )

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

Chapter Five: On the Prowl

They were eating their last dinner in the Capsule Corp headquarters. Vegeta was chewing in a moody silence and Bulma was muttering to herself while working on her moving list.

Vegeta was quickly becoming annoyed at her absent-minded habit of talking aloud and answering herself.

"Let's see, I've got all of my portable lab equipment, discs and tools, now on to my personal things. I wonder how many hair dryers I will need? Gods Bulma! You're only moving 200 yards away, you only need to bring one for now", she laughed a little too insanely for Vegeta's liking.

"Woman!" interrupted Vegeta.

Bulma did not look up from her infernal note taking. "My name is Bulma, not Woman!" she muttered.

"Woman!" Vegeta yelled this time.

Bulma looked up from her scratch pad with extreme irritation flashing in her eyes. "What Vegeta, can't you see that I'm thinking?"

Normally Vegeta would have been happy to jump all over a statement like that, but he needed to extricate information from the woman. They would have plenty of time for arguments later.

"I need you to tell me where humans meet each other", he said simply. He crossed his arms in front of himself, as if to defend from her insults.

"Meet people, what in the Hell are you talking about Vegeta?' She noticed the Saiyan Prince fighting off a slight blush. "Oh, I get it. You mean, where do humans "hook up" with each other? That's easy. Most people go to bars or taverns to meet people for sex. Is that what you're asking me?"

It was Bulma's turn to blush as Vegeta nodded slowly. They were having, yet again, another discussion about sex. This time it was face to face.

Vegeta continued to stare at her and asked, "Where are these establishments located and what can I expect to find there?"

Bulma maintained her eye contact and Vegeta could swear he saw a flash of jealousy sweep through her gaze. "Most of the singles bars are located in down town West City. What you'll find will depends upon where you go and what time you get there. Most likely you'll find a bunch of drunk horny people who are looking for a good time."

Vegeta nodded. This is exactly what he wanted to hear. "Excellent, then I guess I should begin my preparations," he said as he pushed himself away from the table.

"Preparations?" Bulma asked with a frown.

"Yes…preparations," Vegeta said matter of factly. "It has come to my attention that I have been without a woman for far too long. I hope to remedy my discomfort tonight by seeking out a willing partner."

"Oh…" Bulma murmured rising with him. She began to noisily clear the dinner dishes from the table. She was clearly agitated, but Vegeta wasn't about to stick around to find out why.

He left the room to shower and dress. He took his time bathing, choosing to use a masculine scented soap and cologne. He dressed in his only "Earthling" clothes he had, besides his training gear and headed down the stairs.

Bulma was waiting for him by the door. She eyed him up and down and gasped, "You're not going to wear that are you?"

Vegeta had clothed himself in the pink "Badman" shirt and yellow pants. "Why, what's wrong with this?" he asked defensively. "These garments are clean and besides, the last time I wore this, you couldn't keep your eyes off of me," he smirked.

Bulma let out a strangled choking sound and blushed again. That made the Saiyan Prince grin wickedly. If this Earthling woman found him attractive, then finding one to satisfy him for the evening should be no problem.

He started to stride with confidence out the door when Bulma reached out and grabbed his arm. "You're going to need some money Vegeta," she said softly thrusting some money into his hand. He clutched the currency and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

"Also, you'll need these. You've had enough tests done on you for me to know that you are perfectly healthy. There are a lot of people who are not." With her other hand she reached out to give him several condoms.

Bulma was blushing a bright shade of red and he noticed her out-stretched arm was trembling. He took the packages from her and stuffed them into his other pocket.

He looked at her and smiled, almost sincerely. "Thank you woman."

They stood and stared awkwardly at each other for a few moments. Vegeta again saw a brief flash of emotion in the woman's bright blue eyes. She smiled weakly and turned towards the stairs.

"Good luck, Vegeta. If you need to bring her here, well, I want you to know that's OK with me," she said as she walked away.

Vegeta watched her climb the stairs and wondered about her strange behavior. Was Bulma jealous? The thought was strangely exciting to him. "How odd," he murmured as he left the Capsule Corp building and took off into the blackened nighttime sky.

Unbeknownst to Vegeta, Bulma ran to her room fighting off hysterical sobs. She felt like a complete idiot for acting like this. It certainly wasn't Vegeta's fault that she was totally hot for the "Ice Cold" Saiyan Prince. He had every right to sleep with whom ever he pleased, this much she knew. But it certainly wasn't helping her shattered ego to know he hadn't chosen her.

"Bulma! you're being totally irrational. This is anti-social Vegeta we're talking about here. He may know how to seduce alien females, but he doesn't know the first thing about picking up a human." With that thought in mind, Bulma dried her tears and threw herself into her packing.

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And Bulma was right. Vegeta didn't know anything about meeting women. On Frieza's ship the females had worshipped him for his power and his strength. They had readily climbed into his bed for the chance he might heighten their own social position amongst the army. Of course this had never been the case. Vegeta had no desire in the past to take a mate, nor did he in his future.

He used the willing females for what they were, a quick and easy release of sexual tension. The females had never dared ask anything else from him, lest he blast them into the next dimension for their insolence.

So here he was, a stranger amongst strangers. With enough pent up sexual energy to erupt a volcano and he had no idea where to begin.

He flew until he reached the down town area Bulma had spoke of and dropped down noiselessly into an alley. He emerged and surveyed his surroundings. He was on a very well lit street that housed a different drinking establishment every few feet. Some of the patrons had obviously been here for a while as they stumbled from one open door to the next.

Vegeta glared at the imbeciles with a thinly veiled contempt. He was starting to think this venture was a big mistake when a group of people passed him by. One young man, who was obviously very inebriated, turned and grinned at Vegeta.

"Hey man! I like the shirt! " He looked as if he were going to speak to Vegeta again, but stopped when he realized the short man in pink was growling at him. The guy and his friends could only stare as the man shot them a look of pure evil as he stalked defiantly away from them.

"What a freak!" a girl in the group cackled and the entire group broke into a raucous laughter. They continued on their way down the street still laughing when a large blast of energy shot through the air just inches above their heads. The laughter soon turned into horrified screams as several of the people realized their perfect heads of hair gel had ignited on fire.

Vegeta smiled to himself as he watched them scramble about trying to extinguish the flames. "Who looks like a freak now, you losers?" he sneered as he ducked into the nearest bar.

He was positive no one saw him throw the blast, but still, better to be safe than sorry. The last thing he needed was to be apprehended by the local security force and the last thing he wanted was to spend the night in a holding cell.

Vegeta was more than pleased to notice the tavern he had just entered was dark, quiet and not too crowded. This was a welcome relief, as he needed time to regroup and strategize.

Vegeta walked up to the bar and took a seat on a stool. He ordered a beer and started to formulate a plan of action. It had always been easy in his former life to pick up a woman. He simply selected a desirable female and then Nappa would arrange for the creature to meet him in his quarters.

Well, he sure took care of any chance of that happening again. Nappa was long dead, by his own hands and now he was left alone to try and charm a woman into his bed tonight.

Vegeta thought about Radditz and his methods of seduction. Kakarott's older brother had always been very popular with the ladies. His best line," Have you ever fucked a monkey?" would be of no use with Earthling females. The humor would be totally lost on the stupid Earthling women and probably earn him a slap across the face.

"Except Bulma," his mind told him. "Bulma would understand. And knowing her twisted mind, the invitation would probably work!"

Vegeta pounded a frustrated fist onto the bar. He ordered himself to forget about the foolish woman and concentrate on the job at hand!

He forced himself to focus on looking dark and brooding. (This of course, being very easy for Vegeta). He knew women of all races were suckers for handsome and powerful men. Of which he was both and by throwing in a touch of "mysterious", he should have the ladies flocking to him in no time at all.

He smiled and was pleased with himself for being so clever. He took a few swigs from his beer and began to relax. He noticed, behind him a large dance floor and a DJ preparing music for dancing.

Vegeta was not one to dance, but would use it as a means of fore play, especially if it led to a night with a woman who had good rhythm and great stamina.

He was just noticing how crowded the bar had become when a voice next to him said, "Hi, you're new here, aren't you? "