Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Pseudo Ferocity ❯ Conversations ( Chapter 10 )

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

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Author's Notes: Okay, I know I took a long time again, things are still really busy 'round here. Plus, I've been working on a site, just so all my fics can be found in one place (as some of you may already know, I don't control the one listed in my author profile, and it's been dead in the water for about a year), so that's been taking up some time. Then there's school, which has been super evil. I've got a long weekend, and I had hoped to get ahead in my writing, but it looks like that ain't gonna happen…Either way, on with the chapter! *giggle*

*Special thanks to ssjblackguy, Kat8125, and Silver Sun for beta-ing*

10: Conversations

 

Bulma called again a few days later, and Vegeta found himself glad for her company. Bruce and Caleb were nowhere to be found, both busy with their jobs, and even though he was enjoying his solitude, he had begun to miss the presence of Bulma and her family.

"So you're eating enough? Wearing clean underwear every day?" Bulma questioned anxiously, not caring that she was mothering him.

"Woman, my underwear is none of your business." He snapped, but smiled to himself. For some reason, their conversations were much friendlier over the phone. There was something about talking face to face that unnerved Vegeta, and he found it much easier to open up when he didn't have to worry about seeing the look on her face.

"Oh come on Vegeta, when you lived here, I washed those underwear." She giggled, hugging a pillow to her chest. She was in her bedroom, in her pajamas and all ready for bed. But thoughts of the Saiyan had plagued her mind, making sleep an impossibility, so she had finally caved in and called him. It was midnight, and lucky for her, Vegeta was a night owl, because he was wide-awake, just having arrived home from a late night jog in the park.

"Well, I don't live there anymore, do I?" He said softly, unable to bite his tongue before the words spilled out. She didn't say anything, and he wished for a moment that he hadn't said the words. He wanted her to keep talking to him, to keep calling him. It was almost like they were friends, and much to his surprise, he found himself enjoying it.

"Vegeta…I…"

"Forget I said it." he cut her off, afraid that if he let her continue speaking, she would tell him she didn't want him to come back. She was silent for a moment, obviously thinking, and then she sighed softly, and he could hear her rustling around through the phone.

"Your face is all over the magazines." She said, finally. "I never would have figured that you'd want all this publicity. I mean, you always seemed like such an introvert to me."

"I was born in the public eye. Besides, that's all a show," he replied smoothly, stretching out on his bed, feeling his joints pop and crack.

"Well it's a pretty good show. We were all amazed at how well you seem to handle yourself in an interview."

"We?"

"You know, my parents…the gang…everybody." She heard him snort at her mention of her other friends, and she scowled slightly. "I think Yamcha's jealous though," she giggled, "because you're stealing all his publicity." That, and I've been collecting magazines just to see your pictures, like a teenybopper with a crush on some star she's never met. She added in her head, too embarrassed to tell Vegeta about her little collection.

"He should be jealous." The Saiyan mumbled, "After all, I'm stronger, and not to mention better looking than that sorry excuse for a fighter."

"Vegeta, be nice." She giggled, surprised to find that she hadn't jumped instinctively to the defense of her long time boyfriend. Instead, she was laughing, secretly agreeing with Vegeta.

"Now, now, you know that's not my style." He smirked to himself, switching the phone to his other ear so he could roll over.

"An all around Badman, right?" Bulma snickered, unable to help herself. His growl at the reminder of the hideous pink shirt, only served to increase her fit of giggles, and she soon had to cover her mouth, muffling the giddy laughter so as not to wake her parents.

"Not completely," he shot back, "Just a little."

Just enough to make me want you, she thought, but instead, cleared her throat and said, "So, this underwear ad here is pretty interesting." She giggled, flipping through the pages of one of her magazines.

"I knew you'd like it." he teased, astonished to realize that he was actually flirting with the human female. He hadn't ever flirted before in his life, but on the phone with Bulma, it seemed to come almost naturally.

"I do, as a matter of fact. So what'd they do? Stuff socks down there or what? 'Cause I've gotta admit, it looks like you've got quite the package in this picture." She said, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"What exactly are you implying?" He sputtered, sitting up in bed with shock.

"Oh cut the crap Vegeta." She laughed, "you walk around my house in nothing but spandex! If you were that big, I'd have realized it."

"Woman…have you never heard of…well…protection of the genitals? You can't just…just leave them hanging out there in a fight!" He cringed at the thought of ever being kicked, punched or blasted in that overly sensitive area. "Of course you can't tell in fighting gear! You just don't allow something like that to…to…bulge out in a fight! It's dangerous!"

Bulma flushed furiously, slapping herself for never having thought of the possibility that her spandex wearing houseguest may also be wearing a jock strap, or some sort of…contraption…to keep it all together.

"And what the hell are you doing staring at my crotch anyway?" He demanded.

"Curiosity." She choked out, mortified beyond belief. But if there was one thing Bulma Briefs knew how to do, it was bullshit her way out of an embarrassing situation. "So you're saying it's really that big?" She asked boldly, trying to control the squeak her voice took on when she was embarrassed. "No kidding?"

"Of course it is!" Vegeta roared. "You think I'd let someone manhandle me like that?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I can't see you letting anyone get close enough to stick anything in there." She said. "Unless she was really cute, right?" She laughed, hearing him sputter in anger. "But you know, I betcha there are quite a few girls who'd like to get into your pants. You're pretty cute in some of these pictures."

Vegeta sighed, confused by Bulma's antics. He was immediately reminded of the 'porno' movie he had watched, and how the woman seemed to be enjoying it. But then again, the thought of a willing, responsive female was probably just an extra turn on for the men who would have watched those sorts of videos.

"Do women…do they really enjoy that sort of thing?" He asked, almost timidly.

"S…Sex, you mean?" She asked, startled. "Well, yeah, I mean, if the guy is good in bed and all."

"What constitutes as being good?" Vegeta persisted, desperately wishing to confirm his theory that all physical couplings were not like the ones he had experienced.

"Vegeta…why do you want to know all this?" Bulma shot back, flustered. "You don't have a…a girlfriend, do you?"

"Girlfriend? No, you're the only female I would consider even close to a friend."

"No Vegeta I mean like…like…not a friend who's a girl…but like, someone you have…sex with." She said, inwardly pleased that he had practically just called her his friend.

"Ech, no!" He spat. "Why would you think such a thing?"

"Well you're asking me all these questions about sex and being good in bed and…I don't know!"

"I'm just…curious. Human sexuality seems very…different…from what I have experienced." His voice was soft, and the way he paused and said the words made Bulma nervous and concerned all at once. She had long known his childhood had been an abusive one, but was it possible that he had been sexually molested as a boy as well? She felt sick at the thought, and swallowed thickly, hugging her pillow tightly to her chest.

"Vegeta…what exactly is it that you've…experienced." She asked, cautiously, hoping she was wrong. He coughed a little on the other end, and was silent for a moment, before replying.

"I'd rather not talk about that." He murmured quietly, and Bulma's stomach churned. Vegeta didn't want to tell her what he'd done with Frieza's mindless harem girls. He didn't want to tell her that sometimes he had enjoyed it, that sometimes he still craved the physical release that came with it.

He heard her sigh on the other end, and imagined her pouting like she always did, or perhaps getting ready to try and force it out of him. "Well, I suppose I can't really force you to talk about it, can I?" She let out a false little laugh, "But maybe you'll feel comfortable enough to talk about it one day, ne?"

"I doubt it." He shot back, a little too quickly for his own liking.

"Okay…let's talk about something else then. How's Caleb treating you?"

"Doesn't pay much attention to me." Vegeta snorted. "Not that I mind, of course. Poor fool man is so hung up over his little friend Bruce to notice anything else."

Bulma's eyes widened, and she sat up straighter in her bed, gasping quickly. Caleb wouldn't have told Vegeta about such a personal thing, which meant that the Saiyan had figured it out for himself. "Wh…what makes you think that?" she asked meekly, suddenly very nervous for Caleb.

"I can tell." Vegeta shrugged to himself, picking a tiny fluff ball off of his blanket. "I'm surprised nobody's figured him out yet. Everyone in the building thinks he's straight. Even Bruce…but then again, Bruce isn't a terribly perceptive man."

"Vegeta, you can't tell anyone about this."

"Why?"

"Vegeta, just please, don't let it slip out or anything. Caleb…he's…I…Oh, Vegeta, just please keep it to yourself."

"Why would I bother telling anyone?" The Saiyan snorted to himself, rolling onto his back. "It makes no difference to me."

"Just…just keep quiet, alright?"

"What is with you woman? I already said I wouldn't tell!"

"It's almost 1:00…" Bulma said softly, sounding almost regretful to Vegeta's ear, though still not answering his question. "I should probably go…I have to work early tomorrow. But I'll call you again soon, okay?"

"Whatever," he mumbled, feeling slightly disappointed that their conversation was coming to an end.

Bulma smiled to herself, and muttered a soft "Good night," to which Vegeta grunted in reply. She hung up a moment later, replacing the cordless phone in it's cradle to recharge over night, and settled down under the covers, still hugging the pillow to her chest.

On the other end, Vegeta hung up as well, laying his cell phone on the bedside table. Shifting around, he pulled the black silk sheets over his body, pleased at the cool, smoothness against his skin. Bruce had picked them out, along with nearly everything else in the apartment, and the Saiyan found himself thankful to call the eccentric man his friend. Bruce had given him a job, found him a nice place to stay, and had helped the clueless man to find all the things he needed for his apartment. Bruce was a good guy, Vegeta knew, who was absolutely butt-crazy in love with Caleb. And thanks to Bulma, Vegeta knew his landlord felt the same way. His earlier statement had been a shot in the dark, and though he had had his suspicions, Bulma's reluctance to divulge the nature of Caleb's sexuality had proven them true.

He rolled over, wondering how he could get the two of them together. Bruce's pining was getting really god damned annoying, as the older man was constantly gushing over their landlord to Vegeta, who did not particularly want to hear how cute Caleb's butt looked in a pair of khakis. He figured that if he could get the two together, or at least distract them or something, he would be spared the task of listening to Bruce's dramatic declarations of forbidden, undying love for the other man. Dealing with relationships was a subject Vegeta was definitely not fond of.

And then there was the part of himself that he refused to acknowledge, which wanted to see the two together because it would make people other than himself happy.

Vegeta snuggled under the blankets a little more, curling his body against itself, despite the heat. How in hell was he supposed to force Caleb and Bruce together? He didn't know even the smallest thing about Human relationships, especially male-male relationships. Things like that had not been openly discussed among Frieza's ranks, even though more than half of the soldiers had been using each other as replacements for women. The actual relationship aspect of such couplings was rarely even considered, but, through the rumor mills, Vegeta had heard of a few rare cases where men became emotionally attached to each other.

Of course, as a young boy, Vegeta himself had been somewhat attached to Nappa and Radditz, but only because of their Saiyan heritage, and the fact that they were the last of his race. The attachment had been that of Prince to subject, on a stretch, perhaps a friendship, but never had he entertained romantic thoughts about either of them. Thinking back, Vegeta had never really entertained romantic thoughts about anyone…except…

"Bulma…" he moaned softly, crunching his body tighter into its compact little ball. What was this strange feeling inside his heart, the strange flutter in his belly? The feeling felt remotely familiar, like something he had experienced a very long time ago, but he could not quite place where and when he recognized the light, airy sensation from.

It was a strange feeling, he noted, different from any other time. He felt…strange…strange, but not at all dirty. Dirty was something he was used to. Shame was a constant in his mind, but this new feeling was soothing and gentle. He didn't feel badly, like he was betraying Bulma's kindness for feeling such a way about her, like he usually did.

He stretched out, uncomfortable in his cramped position, and rolled onto his back, putting his arms up above his head, staring at the ceiling. He was uneasy with the fluttering stomach, and almost wished he were thinking dirty thoughts about the human woman, so he could at least feel bad about it…so he could feel something familiar.

Frowning, he flipped over and lay on his belly, burying his face into the pillows. Bruce's firm was doing another show, and he would have to be up early in order to get ready for it. It wouldn't do stay up all night thinking about a woman, especially one who was currently attached to a pathetic human male.

 

 

 

Okay! That's it for this chapter!! Hope you enjoyed that! And I hope Vegeta isn't getting too OOC…I'm trying to bring out another side of him here, because some of it is necessary to the story, but if it gets annoying, tell me and I'll try and tone it down, okay?

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