Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Pseudo Ferocity ❯ Porno ( Chapter 9 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the character appearing in the manga or television show. Nor am I making any profit off of this story.

 

Author's Notes: Oh man! I am sooo sorry it's taken me so long to update! Believe me, I could kick myself right now! But I've been really swamped with midterms and stuff, (stuff being things I'd rather not talk about right now…lol) so I'm not just being lazy! *giggle* Anyway, I hope you guys all like this chapter, and again, I'm really sorry about the huge delay!!

*Special Thanks to ssjblackguy, and Kat8125, for beta-ing*

 

9: Porno

 

Icy blue eyes narrowed in concentration as Bulma stared at her cell phone, willing it to ring. It had been two weeks, two whole weeks since Caleb had delivered that note for her, and nothing! The expense account remained inactive, and her phone had not rung once. Was it possible that Vegeta was still angry with her?

"That's probably it…" she muttered to herself. "Even after I apologize, stubborn bastard doesn't come back." She scoffed, dismissing the fact that she hadn't exactly given him any indication that she wanted him to come home to Capsule Corp. "Well, I think it's about time I called him. Give that damn Saiyan an earful."

Snatching up the phone, she dialed Caleb's number, fully intent on squeezing Vegeta's number out of her long-time friend. "Mr. VanDios' office, how may I help you?" A woman's voice answered, and Bulma smiled, picturing Caleb's beautiful young secretary. A cover, he had confided in her, to disguise his hidden sexuality.

"This is Bulma Briefs. I need to speak to Mr. VanDios right away. It's urgent."

"All right," the secretary's voice responded, somewhat reluctantly. It seemed to her that there was something going on between the Briefs woman and her handsome boss, and it was safe to say that she was jealous. "I'll patch you through."

"Y'ello?" Caleb's voice came through a moment later, clear and deep.

"Caleb, old buddy, old pal," Bulma snickered to herself, "I was wondering if you could do me a teensy favor?"

A heavy sigh came from the other end of the phone, and Caleb grumbled "What is it now?"

"Would you happen to know Vegeta's phone number?" She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice as she fiddled with a loose strand of hair.

"Just a minute," Caleb mumbled, pulling his Rolodex across the desk, and flipping to the V's. He made it a point to keep all of his tenants in order, and reachable at all times. "Vegeta, Vegeta…" he mumbled, flipping past Harold Valltom and Henrietta Vedril. "Here it is. Vegeta…Bulma, just a quick question. Does this guy have a last name? I mean, Bruce said that he's an orphan and all, but to not even know your own last name? Kinda strange."

"Vegeta's lived a strange life. From what I know, his parents died when he was really young. Probably doesn't remember them all that much." The line was silent for a moment, and neither spoke. "Anyway," Bulma burst out, breaking the silence. "The number?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. (780) 555-0103."

"Thanks! You're a sweetie!" Bulma giggled, hanging up the phone before Caleb could respond. He shook his head, laughing to himself.

"She must be really hung up on this guy." He snickered, "But then again, I can definitely see why." All other romantic interests aside, the young businessman could definitely appreciate a good-looking man.

 

Bulma dialed hurriedly, her fingers quickly punching down the keys. She was surprised to find that she was almost trembling with the anticipation of speaking to Vegeta, and had to take a few deep breaths to calm herself.

A busy signal greeted her waiting ear, followed by a cold mechanical voice, telling her exactly what she already knew.

 

"Yeah, uh huh." Vegeta mumbled into the phone, around a piece of cold chicken. Shelly Garris-Hoderpesenburgh, his agent, had called, practically screeching her ear off in excitement.

"Vegeta, damn it! Why aren't you EXCITED??? This is your first real acting job, and it's with such a hugely anticipated movie! You're going to be a star Vegeta! Everyone will know your name!"

"I expected nothing less."

"WHAT???" Shelly sputtered into the phone, ignoring the look her eldest child was giving her. "What do you mean, you expected it? This is a big part! Hundreds of guys auditioned!"

"And I'm the best one." Vegeta said simply, swallowing his chicken. He put his plate into the sink and wandered over to his new couch, putting his feet up on the glass coffee table Bruce had picked out. The apartment was fully furnished now, thanks to a little calendar shoot. The soft black leather squeaked slightly beneath him, and Vegeta smirked, enjoying the feel of the cool hide against his skin. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts, fresh out of a hot shower after a long workout.

"Vegeta, you can't get cocky in this kind of profession. Just because you get one or two good jobs doesn't mean you're set for life."

"Shelly, they picked me 'cause I'm the cockiest bastard on this whole planet."

"They picked you because you look like the devil incarnate!" She shot back, and the line was silent for a moment. Thinking she had hurt his feelings, she sputtered an apology into the phone. But in reality Vegeta was staring, wide eyed at the television.

"We now return you to Zalman King's Red Shoe Diaries."

"Um, I have to go." He swallowed thickly, pressing the 'end' button on his cell phone, his wide eyes never leaving the television.

"Ooohhh, yes, harder…" a woman moaned, and Vegeta was taken aback. There were people on the television screen, and they were…were…having sex! Why? Why would they show such an awful thing on television?

Just as he was about to change the channel, he noticed something. What that man was doing to that woman was definitely not what he had done to women in his time. And that woman, she was definitely not doing what women had done with him, or any of the other men he knew, for that matter.

She was…responding.

Vegeta leant forward toward the television, captivated by the woman's soft moans, the way she whimpered and strained beneath the man. "What sort of human foolishness is this?" He mumbled, watching as she cried out again, bucking for more.

Much to his embarrassment, he found himself becoming quickly aroused, not so much by the sight of the couple on his television screen, but by the thought of the woman's reaction. All the women he had ever been with, the ones on Frieza's ships…they had never acted like the woman on the television was acting. She looked so alive, such a contrast from the mindless pleasure slaves in the harem, who lay still and did what they were told without complaint. Perhaps all women were not like that…

"No," he reminded himself "they also have television shows about magical fairies and sleeping princesses here. It makes sense that they would try to glorify such an act. Probably to make them want to reproduce." He scoffed, but couldn't help thinking that such a feisty woman would be interesting to have in bed.

"Remember, Prince Vegeta," soft-spoken words from the past sprang unbidden into his mind. "There is more to it than physical release. Some day, you will meet a female worthy to be your mate, and coupling with her will be more wonderful than anything you could ever imagine."

"Radditz…" his young self had said, turning to the long-haired guardian as Nappa stood silently by. He trailed off, almost wanting to thank the other soldier for the comfort, but not being quite able to force out the humbling words. Perhaps if they had been alone it would have been easier, but they were not.

Yes, my Prince?"

"Shut the fuck up." He had snapped, resorting to the one emotion he knew how to deal with; anger.

You are most welcome, Highness." Radditz had grinned then, his wolfish smile looking more like a threat than a display of humor.

Vegeta scowled to himself, mulling the memory over and over in his mind. Radditz had never lied to him. He and Nappa had always been perfectly loyal and honest with the young monarch, and the mischievous young soldier would not have dared deceive his prince, even with the intent of comforting him.

The ringing of his cell phone startled him, and he nearly jumped out of his skin, ready to give the caller a good tongue-lashing.

"Hello?"

"Vegeta?" the timid voice came from the other end, and onyx eyes widened slightly. It was Bulma.

"Wo…Woman." Vegeta muttered back, still staring at the television, and suddenly imagining himself and his female caller in such a position.

"I told you I'd call." She said, and he grunted in response, remembering her note. "I…I just wanted to see how you were doing." He was silent for a moment, and her ears pricked, hearing a voice in the background. A female voice; a moaning, begging voice. "Wh…Who's with you? Did I…did I interrupt something?" She questioned hesitantly, not really wanting to know the answer.

"It's the television…Tell me, woman, why would people consent to having sex on the television?"

"I…People well…they like…Vegeta, are you watching porno?" She suddenly screeched in surprise, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

"I turned on the television and it was on." He said softly, suddenly very embarrassed, wishing that he had not blurted out such a brash question. Bulma started giggling on the other end, and he found himself blushing, much to his displeasure.

"Oh, Vegeta, you still have a lot to learn about Earth society." She laughed, and the empty ring of the dial tone assaulted her ear. She blinked her eyes several times in surprise. "That little bastard hung up on me!" She snarled, dialing his number up again.

"Vegeta you ass!" she screeched as he answered. "Why'd you hang up on me?"

"In case you haven't learned, Woman, I do not like to be mocked."

"Mocked? How in hell was I mocking you?" She wailed, flailing her free arm in the air, even though she knew he couldn't see her.

"When I left, you told me I wouldn't be able to make it in the human world by myself. But it appears, woman, that I am doing just fine." He snapped.

"Yeah…I heard about that…" she said, glancing over at the small collection of magazines stacked beside her bed. Each one of them featured her Saiyan friend in some article or advertisement. "How's that working out for you?"

"I'm sitting on leather couch, in my own apartment, talking on my cell phone. My belly is full, I'm wearing clothes, and I've got a big fat movie script to go over before filming starts next month."

"F…filming? Movie script?"

"Yep. Seems this Saiyan is more capable than you thought." He drawled, smirking to himself, as he hung up, before Bulma could reply. She didn't call back, which was good, because it gave Vegeta more time to study this human thing called 'porno' a little more.

Thinking back, accessing memories long forced into the recesses of his mind, Vegeta supposed that he shouldn't have been so surprised to see what Bulma called 'porno' on his television. Many a time as a young man, he had indulged in the viewing of such videos with his crewmates while on a purging mission for Frieza, if only to fit into the group. The other soldiers watched the images of sex and nudity with the idea that it was suitable in the absence of a female, while Vegeta, already an outcast, watched for the same reason he visited the harems; to avoid being ostracized by his shipmates.

What he had watched though, as a young teen with the other soldiers, was far different than the program on the television. It was crude and violent, designed to satisfy the filthiest of sexual appetites, perfect for the men of Frieza's ship. But on his television, soft music played, there were candles and silk sheets and soft, feminine moans carried from the speakers into his ear. He remembered Radditz's words and frowned, but at the same time, he wanted to smile.

All aspects of life in Frieza's army had been harsh, and it made sense to him that sex would be that way as well, but as silly as it sounded, the fact had never really occurred to him before coming to Earth. But now it was there, gnawing at his brain, and spiking his inquisitive nature. This was proof, this 'porno'. The fact that Bulma had not seemed disgusted at all was proof, wasn't it?

Cocking his head, Vegeta observed the gentle coupling, the soft moans and the closeness of the couple as they moved against each other. Even knowing it was fake, that the couple was a pair of actors, he found himself wanting what they had. A small part of him, locked deep inside, a part that Frieza had never managed to poison, craved something other than a quick fuck, more than physical satisfaction…

It wanted love.

But buried so deep in his subconscious, this small part was overshadowed by a lifetime of pain and suffering. Confusion and fear kept it there, unable to emerge and take its rightful place in the conscious psyche of the prideful Saiyan no Ouji.

***

"Caleb, I really have no idea what you want to know about him." Bruce whined, squirming in his chair.

"Just tell me everything." Caleb replied, blowing on his vanilla cappuccino before taking a sip of the creamy drink. It was the third time in two weeks that he had tried to grill Bruce for information about the new tenant.

"I don't know…I mean, he doesn't ever talk about himself. Hell, he rarely ever talks, for that matter."

"Why'd you warm up to him so fast then Bruce? I know you, and sure, you're friendly, but you seem to be especially taken with Vegeta. I mean…there's nothing…going on…between you two…is there?"

"I wish" Bruce snorted, sipping the drink in his hands, and let out a muttered "Oh poop diddly," as the scalding liquid burned his tongue. "We both know he's not gay. I could tell from the start!" he proclaimed with a laugh. "I have a sixth sense about that kind of thing!"

Caleb choked on his cappuccino for a moment, reminding himself that Bruce was only kidding around, as he regained his bearings. Surely if his friend had realized, he would have said something. Bruce wasn't the type to let such an important issue as his best friend's hidden sexuality slide.

"So what the hell is it about him then Bruce?" He demanded, scowling down into his cappuccino.

Bruce was taken aback for a moment by the bitter tone in his friend's voice, but shrugged it off, realizing that he had been neglecting their friendship a little lately, in his enthusiasm to help get Vegeta settled in. "I…I don't know Caleb…I mean…he just looks…lost. Like he's not sure where he fits into the world. Can't you see that in his eyes? He just looks so lonely Caleb!"

"Well maybe that's because he doesn't talk to anyone. Maybe he doesn't want to talk to people, Bruce."

"No…I don't think that's completely it. I mean, sure, he's a little antisocial, I can tell that much. But…but it's almost like he doesn't quite know how to open up." Bruce said, then in a soft, almost conspiratorial whisper, "I know he's an orphan, he told me that much. He said he was raised in a foster home, but Caleb, look at him, you've seen all those scars. I think he was a victim of some sort of child abuse. He's got all the classic signs. He's closed off, antisocial, quiet, full of scars," he ticked the reasons off on his fingers, "And good God, Caleb, he's constantly working out!"

"Bruce, a lot of people work out a lot." Caleb pointed out, not quite sure whether to believe Bruce's theory or not. It certainly would offer an explanation to Vegeta's closed off personality.

"But Caleb, it's not about building muscles or getting toned or anything like that. Vegeta is obsessed with getting stronger. Why would anyone be like that if they didn't feel like they had something to be afraid of?"

"I wonder…if Bulma might know something."

"Bulma?" Bruce asked, "Why would Bulma know anything about Vegeta?"

"He was living with her for a while. I went to see her a few weeks ago and she seemed pretty anxious to find out if he was okay. She called me earlier at work to get his phone number."

"Do you think there's some sort of romantical interest between them?" Bruce gasped, "Wasn't she with that Yamcha character though?"

"Don't get any ideas Bruce. Bulma's a flirt sometimes, but she's not the cheating type."

"But didn't you tell me that her relationship with Yamcha was getting a little strained? I mean, remember that fight they had last time we saw them together? Maybe Bulma's harboring some secret feelings for Vegeta." Bruce was starry eyed, about to go into matchmaker mode.

"Bruce, don't be silly. You know that Bulma and Yamcha are always snippy with each other. Those two have been on and off like that for years." Caleb sighed, mulling the thought over in his head, nevertheless. Bulma hadn't exactly said how long she had known Vegeta, but it was entirely possible that she had a little crush on the man. He was exactly her type, and gorgeous in that animalistic, primal way she so often fantasized about.

Maybe playing a little bit of matchmaker wouldn't be such a bad idea after all…

 

 

Lol, I've been told that Red Shoe Diaries is weak porn, and well, that was sort of the point…lol. I heard it's more of a romantic story kinda thing, aimed more at a female audience…and that's kind of what I was going for. Gotta show good ole Vegeta the romantic aspect of the horizontal polka. *giggle* Either way, hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I don't know how long it will take me to get the next one out. Hopefully not as long as it did this one!

Mp3 of the day: I'm in a bit of a crazy mood today, so I'm going with 'S-Conscious' by Malice Mizer. Enjoy! *giggle*

 

 

 

 

 

 

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