Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Kitty ( Chapter 8 )
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By: inuy21 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 574 | Visits: 490 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 574 | Visits: 490 | Status: Completed
Drabble prompt was: "Ebony". Word count set at: 500
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Vegeta looked at the tiny black ball of fur curled contently on Bulma’s lap. Her fingers were absentmindedly stroking the short fur while she was looking through a magazine with her other hand. Neither of them had seemed to notice him as he walked through the backdoor and into the kitchen.
After Vegeta had gone into the kitchen she looked down at the small cat. “Well, Kitty, looks like he doesn’t need me today.” The tiny creature raised it’s head and gave her a barely audible mew.
Bulma put her magazine to the side and continued to pet the soft black fur of her father’s most treasured pet. The poor little thing was always so lost when he left the house, especially when he and her mother took a vacation. Which was precisely where they were at. They had been gone for only three days, and the cat had no idea what to do without clinging to her father’s shoulder.
She sighed and stretched slightly, making sure not to make too much movement. She didn’t want to scare Kitty off her lap, she just wanted to get into a more comfortable position. She stared down at the blackness under her fingers. ’Almost the same color as Vegeta’s hair…and eyes.’ She had been amazed at how truly black those two features were on him. Of course, she should’ve been used to it since she was friends with Goku, but she’d never really gotten ‘up close and personal’ with her best friend.
At least not in the same sense as she’d been with Vegeta recently. With her parents out of the house, it only fueled their sordid relationship. “What am I gonna do? I’m completely addicted to that asshole Saiyan,” she whispered to the cat still sleeping on her lap.
As she continued her petting, she felt the cat’s hackles stiffen under her gentle touch. “What do you need, Vegeta?” She didn’t even have to look. After the cat’s reaction, she could feel the intense gaze settle upon her. She fixed her stare on the blackness of the cat. Knowing that if she looked into the never-ending blackness of Vegeta’s eyes, she would easily cave to whatever demands he was about to give her.
At her words and lack of attention, he stalked over to her. “You’re almost out of food, woman.” As the gruff words left his mouth, the cat on her lap rose and hissed before darting off her lap.
Her once soft gaze hardened as she finally looked into his bottomless pupils. “You should learn to play nice with Kitty since my father’s away,” she fumed at him.
“There’s only one kitty I like playing with in this house, and it certainly doesn’t have short black fur covering it.” He leered at her.
“Such a sweet talker you are,” she cooed.
“Well, you did say I was an ‘asshole Saiyan’, if I heard that correctly,” he told her before slinging her over his shoulder and heading toward her bedroom.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Vegeta looked at the tiny black ball of fur curled contently on Bulma’s lap. Her fingers were absentmindedly stroking the short fur while she was looking through a magazine with her other hand. Neither of them had seemed to notice him as he walked through the backdoor and into the kitchen.
After Vegeta had gone into the kitchen she looked down at the small cat. “Well, Kitty, looks like he doesn’t need me today.” The tiny creature raised it’s head and gave her a barely audible mew.
Bulma put her magazine to the side and continued to pet the soft black fur of her father’s most treasured pet. The poor little thing was always so lost when he left the house, especially when he and her mother took a vacation. Which was precisely where they were at. They had been gone for only three days, and the cat had no idea what to do without clinging to her father’s shoulder.
She sighed and stretched slightly, making sure not to make too much movement. She didn’t want to scare Kitty off her lap, she just wanted to get into a more comfortable position. She stared down at the blackness under her fingers. ’Almost the same color as Vegeta’s hair…and eyes.’ She had been amazed at how truly black those two features were on him. Of course, she should’ve been used to it since she was friends with Goku, but she’d never really gotten ‘up close and personal’ with her best friend.
At least not in the same sense as she’d been with Vegeta recently. With her parents out of the house, it only fueled their sordid relationship. “What am I gonna do? I’m completely addicted to that asshole Saiyan,” she whispered to the cat still sleeping on her lap.
As she continued her petting, she felt the cat’s hackles stiffen under her gentle touch. “What do you need, Vegeta?” She didn’t even have to look. After the cat’s reaction, she could feel the intense gaze settle upon her. She fixed her stare on the blackness of the cat. Knowing that if she looked into the never-ending blackness of Vegeta’s eyes, she would easily cave to whatever demands he was about to give her.
At her words and lack of attention, he stalked over to her. “You’re almost out of food, woman.” As the gruff words left his mouth, the cat on her lap rose and hissed before darting off her lap.
Her once soft gaze hardened as she finally looked into his bottomless pupils. “You should learn to play nice with Kitty since my father’s away,” she fumed at him.
“There’s only one kitty I like playing with in this house, and it certainly doesn’t have short black fur covering it.” He leered at her.
“Such a sweet talker you are,” she cooed.
“Well, you did say I was an ‘asshole Saiyan’, if I heard that correctly,” he told her before slinging her over his shoulder and heading toward her bedroom.