Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love, Trust, and an Alien ❯ The night of Triple Chocolate Fudge ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Don't own DB/DBZ/DBGT/any other DB-likey, unfortunately. -sighs-

 

I did not start the “Veggie-chan” or “Vegetable head” or “Veggie” thing for Vegeta's nickname, I'm merely using them in my story, I take no credit to them.

 

Author's Note: So, something of a more eventful chapter… please review… someone

 

Because I don't know her father's cat's name, I'm using the name “Pookey”, if you know its real name or want me to change it let me know… but I really like Pookey…

 

`These are thoughts'

“this is speaking”

(this is my witty comments)

 

On with the chapter…

 

<(“<) The Night of Triple Chocolate Fudge (>”)>

 

It was close to midnight when she got out of the Business Building, one of many on the Capsule Corporation's property. She headed through the courtyard towards the Housing Building and notice the kitchen light on. She knew who was in there and wasn't in the mood to confront him. But she hadn't eaten since the 2 o'clock board meeting that afternoon and her stomach had been protesting for the last few hours.

 

She opened the door and kicked her shoes to the side, putting on some slippers that were right there, only to see the prince seemingly sleeping silently with her father's cat, Pookey, on his lap, purring happily. `Where is a camera when you need one.' She laughed silently and gently opened the fridge door to find something to ease her hunger. Nothing seemed to appeal to her stomach so she tried the freezer and spotted a carton of “Triple Chocolate Fudge Ice Cream”. (Chocolate is a girls best friend…) She pulled it out and grabbed a spoon from the drawer and walked over to a chair and started to dig into her chocolate delight. A certain Prince's eye peeked open and let out a scowl. Pookey lifted his head and left his lap to curl over by Bulma's feet.

 

“Did you plan on sharing with the rest of us or are you just going finish it yourself?” He grinned when she gave him a glare.

 

“I'm not in the mood Veggie-chan,” She knew he hated that nickname. “And I plan on eating the entire thing.” She stuck out her tongue and shoved in another spoonful.

 

“You disgust me woman, think of what that might do to your figure.” For a mere moment he thought of her being five hundred pounds and barely able to move the spoonful in her mouth. He chuckled some but quickly turned his face into its normal annoyed manor while facing her.

 

“Awww, someone is a bit jealous. Do you really want some?” She finally managed after finishing her spoonful, pulling out another hunk of the ice cream, licking it all over and offering it to him.

 

He looked to her with pure shock. He thought it over and weighed out his options. Not take it and let the woman gloat about her victory over their meager arguments and spats; taking it might cause him some type of virus that might kill him but a victory for himself to hold over her head for a bit, not to mention the look on her face would be priceless.

 

Vegeta was taking to long for her standards, so she went to shove the hunk in her mouth when suddenly the spoon and the carton of ice cream was gone, and she knew exactly who took it. “YOU LITTLE-” She stared open mouthed, watching the Saiyen Prince eating the ice cream, with her spoon, at a quick speed. And in minutes flat he finished it off. “ `Think of what it might do to your figure' ” She mocked getting up and pouting some, `I was really in the mood for some chocolate ice cream' she silently groaned.

 

“Must I remind you again to watch who you mock, Woman.” He knew what buttons to push on her. He stood up, placing the carton and spoon on the small table in front of his feet and walked over to her, staring into her dreamy sapphire eyes with his threatening dark ones.

 

He immediately smelt her fear, but it quickly changed as she glared back. “If you so much as harm me, Goku will kill you. Remember that Mister Prince. Remember you don't own me, nor anyone on this planet, so stop acting that you do.” She turned to leave but he grabbed her arm.

 

“Know woman, that I am training to kill your friend, that I will eventually take over this pitiful world and claim it as my own to rebuild my race.” He smirked evilly. The fear returned as she tried to jerk from his grasp.

 

“Let go of me, Vegeta.” Her eyes showed him terror, as did her smell but he also smelt a hint of excitement and a bit of lust.

 

“I will have whatever I want, Bulma.” His smirk grew as her heartbeat quickened and he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her against him.

 

“You would resort to rape for kicks, how honorable of you Vegeta.” She stopped her struggling and forced an angry stare at his eyes, though her scent gave of the desire the rest of her body was pleading for.

 

“I would never take something someone wasn't willing to give.” He smiled and released her and pulled away from her, heading towards the stairs.

 

She stood in awe for a moment. “What do you mean?” She dared him to say it. And he did.

 

“Meaning that it is not rape if both parties are willing to do the action.” He replied without even looking at her but his senses were well aware of her intensifying desire and lust proven with the scent of her arousal. He left her there with no more words, heading upstairs to his room and into his adjoining bathroom for a nice shower before bed; a nice cold shower.

 

<(“<) Fin (>”)>

 

Author's Note: So… no reviews yet, must mean it's so bad it's not even worth reviewing! -gasp- I suck at life, WOOT! BUT THAT WON'T MAKE ME STOP WRITING IT!

 

In short: please might I have a reviewie? Pitty please :'(