Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Happens ❯ They do more? ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The prompt for this chapter was: "Lips".
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.


Ever since he’d woken up in the morning, he couldn’t get that woman’s mocking smile out of his mind. He just knew she’d done it to show that she had won their little silent battle last night. He growled to himself as he continued his warm-up routine of one-fingered push ups. ‘After I kill Kakarot, I’m going to enjoy destroying that annoying woman!’ A small smirk played on his lips as he thought about ways to torture her after he’d gotten rid of that idiot.

Bulma yawned and stretched as she finally made her from the bed to take a quick shower. “Three hours of sleep and a cold shower sure aren’t going to keep me awake during those meetings,” she mused as she stepped out of the shower to dry off and get dressed. It was only seven in the morning, but she could hear the GR running as she made her way through the living room to the kitchen. Taking in a deep breath, she could smell the delicious aroma of breakfast and her mouth began to water. “A healthy breakfast and plenty of coffee,” her lips mumbled as she entered the kitchen.

“Good morning, honey,” came her mother’s cheery voice. “Did you have a late night last night, dear?” Her mother turned from her cooking to look at her sleepy daughter.

Bulma blinked a few times, trying to process the words through her foggy brain. She spotted the coffee, fresh and black, just the way she liked it. Finally she remembered that she had been in such a hurry to get away from Vegeta last night that she had not cleaned out the coffee maker. “Sorry, Mom, I wasn’t thinking.”

Her mother giggled. “I’m sure you were too busy thinking about other things last night.” She added a little wink to her words.

Bulma rolled her eyes at her mother. She had no idea what or who her mother thought Vegeta was, but she’d obviously deemed him worthy of her only daughter. Bulma couldn’t even recall her mother being this pushy when she’d been with Yamcha…had she? She tried to think back as she grabbed a fresh mug and poured herself a cup of coffee. She shook her head. ‘Nope, don’t think mom swooned over Yamcha this much, even back in the day.’

She sat her coffee on the table before going back to grab a plate and grab some food from the ever growing pile her mother was stacking. “Now don’t take too much, we don’t want that poor Vegeta to starve,” her mother warned only half serious.

“Mother, are you saying that Vegeta starving is more important than your ONLY daughter’s health?” She couldn’t believe it. She knew Vegeta was high on her mother’s list of people to please, but honestly.

“Oh, I know you can take care of yourself. You know how to do the basics at least. Where as poor little Vegeta would be lost if we left him here by himself. Hm, besides, you and your father are always so busy with work. It’s nice to have someone around that I can take care of,” her mother supplied.

Bulma was shocked. She hadn’t known her mother actually missed being busy in the kitchen or doing laundry, but she shouldn’t have been that surprised seeing as her mother had nothing else to really do around the house. “Alright, Mom,” she sighed, “I get your point.” She took her plate and went back to the table to enjoy her meal.

She had just about finished when their guest walked in. “Good morning, Vegeta,” her mother greeted him just as cheerily as she had Bulma. “I’m almost done cooking, but you can go ahead and dig in. Bulma already took her share, so I’m just making a little extra for ya.”

Vegeta gave his usual grunt of a response. Taking the serving platter that sat to the side and filling it up, before heading to the table to sit at the opposite end of the female.

“Good morning, Vegeta.” Bulma couldn’t resist the temptation to finally talk to him. He eyed her over his food and she gave him that same little smile from last night. “Don’t overdo that training today, okay? I’ll be out at meetings all day, and I hardly got any sleep last night.”

That smile, he knew she’d been mocking him last night, and here she was telling him shit he didn’t care about wearing it like a trophy. If the GR broke, he’d go find her and drag her ass back to fix it if he felt like it. “Like I give a shit,” he said before shoveling food in his mouth.

She huffed and pouted a little. She’d tried to be nice about it. “Fine,” she said, dropping her friendly face, “if you break anything today, you’re just gonna have to wait. Got it?! I’m not putting up with your shit today!”

“Bulma, dear, language,” her mother said without even turning around.

She looked over at the now smirking Vegeta. She huffed again before sticking out her tongue and getting back to her food.

The smirk still planted on his face, he watched as she began to eat again instead of yell. He was quite impressed that she could do more with those lips than throw insults and vulgar comments. His eyes were trained on them as she ate silently.

She looked up, noticing he wasn’t eating already. He eyed her a minute longer before finally starting to eat again. ‘Something’s up with him.’ She took another bite and chewed it thoughtfully.

Once again his eyes shifted to her lips, pink and plump. He shook his head. ‘Has it been that long?’ Yes, it been a while since he’d been around an attractive, clean female of any species. He continued eating, his eyes leaving the pile of food every few seconds just as he’d done last night. Except this time he was staring at her lips instead of her back.

She finished her meal and took her empty plate to wash it off before heading back to the table to grab her mug for a refill. She noticed Vegeta had finished his first plate of breakfast. “Need a refill?” she asked politely.

His eyebrows grew closer together as his eyes narrowed before nodding. ‘About time she start serving me properly.’ He watched her take his plate to where her mother stood. Watching, he saw her lips move as she said something to the blonde woman.

After filling up his plate, she took it back and set it in front of him, fully expecting him to start digging in. So, when he didn’t do anything but stare at her, she was confused.

He hadn’t seen her pick up anything other than the food, but his eyes had been too distracted for the most part.

At first she was confused, but as she saw him glance at the plate she finally caught on. ‘He’s been living here for almost six months and still doesn’t trust us,’ she sighed to herself. She picked up a piece of the scrambled eggs between her fingers. Making sure his eyes were focused on the food before sticking it in her mouth and chewing. After swallowing, she took her fingers she’d picked up the egg with and used her mouth to clean them.

He was surprised to see her catch on to what he had been thinking, but even more surprised that she obliged his paranoid thoughts. He watched the morsel of food disappear behind those lush lips, giving his spine an invisible jolt. It only made matters worse when he watched her suck on her fingers.

“Satisfied, Prince?” She had a hard time trying not to mock him as she caught his eyes focused on something other than her eyes for once.

He scowled before pushing the plate away. “No, you just ruined my appetite.” Truth was, his mind was now curious as to what else those lips of hers could do, especially after the vulgar act she had just displayed for him. He stood up and stormed out of the room, intent on training for as long as it took to get his thoughts away from her.