Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ REPRISAL UNBOUND ❯ Chapter 17 ( Chapter 17 )

Bulma gave the garden tables a final once over. All the cold meat, rice, drinks, vegetable and fruit dishes occupied the surfaces in their corrective places. There were even a number of hot meals as pre-ordered from Kassandra's Catering Service and the cutlery, wares and napkins were accounted for also. Even a hi-fi stereo system was situated on its own desk top. She had only to wait for the arrival of everyone else before Chichi and she, who said she'd lend a hand, before starting on the barbeque. Bulma took a moment to look up at the clear blue sky. There were only a few clouds in the sky and none of them were a rain cloud, whether near or on the horizon and Bulma made sure to say a heartfelt prayer of thanks.

Slapping her palms together in satisfaction, she entered her kitchen through the back door. Knowing the guys, especially the Son family, inarticulacy Gokou and Goten, and Gohan she wouldn't have too long to wait. She grabbed the cooking magazine that she had used to copy a small number of dishes from for the get together, sat down at the table and skimmed through it to see if there was any serving suggestion she could quickly utilize at the last minute.

Her father was still away doing Dende knows what for the representatives of the URSO and had told her that he had no intention of putting in an appearance. Her mother had reluctantly told her that she had a previous engagement with a friend that she could not break just to join her daughter's and her friends for their get together. Trunks was in his bedroom finishing the last of his homework before the party and Vegeta was…

"What IS Vegeta doing…?" She wondered aloud.

"Wondering how the hell I'd let you talk me into this."

"Because it was and still is a good idea." She responded to unexpected remark without looking up from her magazine.

"Yeah, right." He walked up to the stove and began to remove a lid from a large pot to see its contents.

"Don't even think about it Vegeta. We are going to wait until everyone invited has arrived." She allowed the top of her magazine to drop slightly as she flashed her eyes warningly over the pages at him. "And I DO mean everyone."

Vegeta purposely let go of the cover so that it sounded a loud clang when it hit the pot.

"Well now, that's adult like behaviour, I must say." She muttered without tearing her eyes from her reading.

"Just remember you owe me for this woman."

"I owe you nothing, chibi no Ouji."

"You owe me more than you'll ever know woman."

"Does it take so much effort just to say my name, dammit?!" She slammed her magazine down on the tabled and stomped over to him. "The few times I hear it from your lips is only when you passionately scream it!"

Vegeta could feel his temper approaching the boiling limit. How he hated it when this woman tested his tolerance almost to the point of making him lose his countenance.

"Fuck you…" was his harsh whispered reply.

A devilish grin suddenly formed on Bulma's lips. She obliterated the gap between them, placed her hand on his crotch and said in a hushed voice, "Please do." She had only meant it as a harmless tease and was complete un-expectant of what was to follow.

The next thing Bulma knew was that she was sitting upon one of the kitchen counters with Vegeta's tongue in her mouth ravishing it, and his hands rubbing all over her body as he roughly fondled her through her blouse. Her rational thinking mind quickly broke through the shock and she pulled her mouth from his.

"Vegeta…" she said. "The guys will be here soon." She stared breathlessly into his eyes to see rage and an almost animal like desire. For a while, she was locked in his gaze, unable to do or say anything.

Within a blink of an eye Vegeta had ripped open her blouse, popping off all buttons and then tore off her bra. He attacked her breasts with a more than eager tongue and with hands that seemed desperate for the feel of her. The combination of the simultaneous actions both shocked and devastated Bulma's senses.

"Vegeta…no…Trunks…could come down…any second…" Her body failed her as it ached more and more for Vegeta's touch, to have the feel of even more of his flesh against her own.

Bulma's skirt had now gathered around her waist and Vegeta hand rushed to her crotch and ripped her underwear from her. Bulma didn't even notice when he had tugged his own shorts down to his thighs; all she felt was when he entered her. It was sudden, fast, deep and hard. She couldn't help but part her lips to scream, but Vegeta hand flew to cover her mouth and muffle the sound before it reached upstairs and roused a certain preadolescent demi-Saiyajin to investigate. When he was sure she would not scream he removed his hand and began to sheath himself within, with only a little less fury than what he had entered her with.

Bulma was forced to clamp her mouth down on his shoulder, as a means to limit her ecstatic, slightly pained filled moans that she knew would grow to be cries of pleasure. Whenever she came near to the edge, he would stop and wait for her settle before he picked up the quick, rough pace once again. After ten minutes or so, Bulma felt Vegeta bringing her to a peak she feared she would not survive, and she knew that he knew it as she also became to be aware that he was reaching his. Moments later, when it was coming upon her, and there was no holding it back, Bulma involuntary pulled Vegeta's head down to her breast as she lifted her head to sound her climaxing. Vegeta's hand moved to mute the house ringing yell and a few seconds later he had to fight with every thing he had to keep from crying out his own. Though, he couldn't stop the loud growl that eventually sounded from his throat or the shiver that vibrated through his whole body, shaking Bulma's body along with his own.

Several minutes later Vegeta raised his head to look at her with a sudden feeling of apprehension striking him. He knew he hadn't been as gentle as he should have been when he took her. She was still panting, while he had already recovered, and the word `dishevelled' failed miserably to describe her appearance. But Bulma didn't care. Her hands took hold of his face and guided his lips to her own. Bulma kissed Vegeta with all love she could muster and he happily accepted and returned it. Bulma smiled against his lips as she felt him once again moving his incredibly aroused member inside her, albeit gently this time.

"You see?" Vegeta breathed seductively. "I didn't scream your name that time, did I onna? Though, I must say, you came very close to screaming mine."

"Shut up and kiss me…" Bulma panted as she very lightly brushed her lips across his. Before he could eagerly oblige her, Vegeta suddenly froze and his head bolted towards the hall.

"Shit!"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Within a second her question was answered, as the front doorbell sounded and a voice called out.

"Hey Bulma! Vegeta! We're here!"

"Kakarott!" Vegeta voice rasped in annoyance. He sensed all the Son family outside.

"Goku!" Bulma began to panic. "They're here!" She pushed against Vegeta to get him to release and let her down. With a reluctant grunt and several strong deep thrusts that made her gasp and inhale sharply through clenched teeth as she stifled her moans, he did her silent bidding.

Once on her own feet, and after testing the strength in her legs, Bulma looked at herself and Vegeta in horror. There was no time to have a shower to wash away the evidence of what they had just been doing.

"Bulma! I know you're in there!" This time Chichi called out. "What on Kami's earth are you doing?!"

Frantically, Bulma tried to find the buttons of her blouse so she could fasten them, but she shrieked when she realised that not a single one remained.

"My buttons?!" She raised her head when she heard a smug chuckle coming from her mate, and saw him staring directly at her ample chest in all its glory. With a death glare and a loud growl, Bulma tied the ends of her blouse together to cover her exposed breasts. She became surprised to see the way Vegeta's onyx eyes flashed in sheer heightened sexual excitement at hearing that sound from her.

"Do you have any idea how Saiyan like that sounded of you, onna?"

Ignoring him, Bulma pulled her skirt down and tried to get rid of the crinkles, but still ended up leaving a few. Then she smoothed out her hair as best as she could and was about to leave the kitchen to answer the door when she caught sight of the rags that use to be her bra and knickers. With silent curses directed at her husband for destroying her underwear, she retrieved them just to hastily throw the clothing into the waste disposal, after which she continued to the door to greet the first of her friends.

She forced a genuine smile to her lips. Trying hard to remember that it wasn't their fault that Vegeta had suddenly decided to take her up on what she had thought had only been an innocent tease, and quite literally fuck her.

~Yeah! Right! Innocent!~ Bulma fought to keep her smile just that, instead of the seductive Vegeta like smirk that threatened to appear. ~Bulma girl, you literally grabbed his…prize, and told him to do it.~ She quickly snapped out of her reminiscing and opened the door, desperately hoping that she wore her own smile and not her husband's smirk. ~Oh well… associations…good or bad…~

"Hi guys!" She greeted when saw the faces of her friends.

"Hello Bulma!" Goku cheeringly said as he embraced his best female friend, who returned the gesture with the love of a sister.

After greetings and hugs were swapped within the group, only then did they take in Bulma appearance.

"Bulma, are you alright?" Asked Chichi, "You look quite flushed and your clothes are…."

"Oh, I'm fine I was just doing some last minute running around." She quickly answered.

"With Vegeta?" Goku suddenly asked. "I can kinda smell him on you."

For one full second, a positively pissed off look flashed on Bulma's face. ~Thanks a lot Son Kun! Why don't you just blurt it all out?!~ Then it returned to normal but not completely unnoticed.

"Um…yeah. We bumped into each other as we were quickly getting things ready…" she partially told the truth. After all, their bodies did bump once or twice…well, over a hundred times actually during their intercourse. She quickly decided it as was time for a subject change. "Why don't you come in and wait for the others." Bulma quickly suggested.

From the way that Chichi and Gohan looked at her when she spoke her excuses, it was like she could see the cogs of their mind churn, and if they continued to, she knew they'd quickly lock on to what had really happened.

As she lead the Son family into the den, Bulma felt Chichi's hand grab onto her arm and the dark haired woman told them to go ahead without them. But Goku took the opportunity to take a detour into the kitchen to try preview what they would be having and also to have a quick word with Vegeta.

"Bulma, I'm not Goten or Goku." Her eyes narrowed and she looked very serious. "We'll talk about this later."

It was a promise and Bulma knew it.

* * *

"Hey Vegeta!"

"What do you want Kakarott?" He had his back to him, arms crossed over his chest and head just slightly tilted to the side as he spoke.

"Just to see how you're doin'." Goku took in his appearance; crumpled shorts and shirt, which he had just finished buttoning up.

"It's great you're helping Bulma around the house."

"Humph! You would think so, wouldn't you?"

"Well the evidence is all clear to see you know." Feeling particularly in the teasing mood; Goku leaned against one of the counters and picked up a wine glass pretending to examine it. "I smelt your scent strongly on her, just as I smell hers on you now."

"Mind your own damn business Kakarott." Vegeta barked in warning.

"You two must really had skin on skin contact while you doing…whatever it was that you were doing." Goku placed the glass back down and tapped the side of his head in mock concentration. "Now, I wonder what it could have been. Ne?"

Vegeta quickly spun on his heels and glared at Goku.

"Why Vegeta!" Goku exclaimed in humorous shock. "I do believe you're blushing."

Vegeta growled ferociously. "Kakarott! Stop playing with me!"

"Alright! Alright! Calm down, will you?!" Goku approached the cooker and lifted a pot lid. "So what if you couldn't wait until you was alone with Bulma tonight to have her. It's not like you're the only person who feels that way…"

"You are wrong! I maintain perfect control regarding myself!" He yelled feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Uh, Vegeta." Goku replaced the lid and turned back to face the older Saiyajin while scratching his head in that customary Goku fashion. "Now that isn't exactly true."

"Then I'll prove it as I pummel you!" Vegeta began to approach Goku, determined to start a physical confrontation despite being indoors.

"Oh no you don't!" Bulma came running into the kitchen and threw herself on Vegeta. She looked at him vexed. "You will not be fighting in or anywhere near this property today! Do you hear me?!"

Vegeta's sight moved from Goku to woman who held her body against his and had both her arms wrapped around his neck. It was only then he realised how close her face was to his. Their lips were barely a centimetre apart.

"Vegeta…" Bulma spoke softly. "Please, let today be a peaceful one."

His hands came to subconsciously rest on her hips, and he felt himself lean towards her ever so lightly. His glance moved to her mouth and he almost immediately gave in to the desire to kiss her, regardless of the fact that Goku was present. But Bulma made the decision for him as she brushed her lips on his. She then moved her head to the side of his and then sucked on his earlobe before breathing a whisper into his ear.

"I'll make it worth your while tonight, I promise."

Vegeta had to battle his hardest to maintain the same angry expression he had when speaking to Goku. How he wanted that `tonight' be now, and he knew she wanted him too. Her proximity, her alluring, aroused scent, the feel of her erect nipples only through her thin blouse and his shirt, all told him so. The knowledge that what he saw was all she was wearing. Hell! The fresh recollection of what they had been doing literally three minutes before, along with the feeling of being inside her hot, tight depths.

Vegeta had to stifle a sudden groan as he felt his male anatomy hardening. Pushing the thoughts aside he gently unfolded her arms from around his neck and broke their embrace putting at least a metre between them before he satiated his desire and need for the woman right then and there. He made sure to force a frown upon his seemingly ever-serious face.

"Fine, onna, but only for today." With that he walked towards the kitchen door, opened it but then paused. "And we will finish this tonight."

Once Goku knew Vegeta was out of Saiyanjin earshot range, he turned a sly smile to his friend.

"Bulma, now just what were you two up to when we arrived?"

"Goku," Bulma whined as she clasped her hands together and shifted uncomfortably. "Stop it!"

"Okay, okay! I won't tease you." He wrapped a friendly arm around her back and shoulder. "Geeze you're no fun today Bulma."

"Well, if you had come a little later, I'd be a better mood."

"I guess I'll remember that a good little romp is all Chichi needs for when she's feeling little up tight, then." He said mischievously.

"Son Kun!" His aqua haired friend exclaimed in part mock and part genuine shock.

"Hey, why the surprise?" He retorted likewise. "It's one of the reasons I married her you know. And to be on the safe side I'd have a quick shower and change of clothes, if I was you, Bulma. You reek of sex!"

Bulma swatted his shoulder before the both of them walked into the den to join the others. Goku continued to laugh at his friend's embarrassing situation and she glared annoyingly at him. The upturned corner of her mouth told him she wasn't really angry at him or held any malice, and that only encouraged him to laugh all the more.

* * *

By early afternoon the rest of the gang arrived. Tien and Chaotzu came together. Yamchua, or rather the Yamchua clone, and Krillin arrived by themselves. Even Piccolo, due to Gohan's badgering, put in an appearance. Bulma had made sure to tell Gohan herself to ask him, knowing that Piccolo's resolve to stay solitary would eventually crumble. He always did find it hard to deny much to his charge.

Where as everyone had free range of all the cold meat, rice, drinks, vegetable and fruit dishes that were on the tables. Both Bulma and Chichi decided to serve out the hot dishes first, not trusting those who were prone to the infamous saiyajin appetite. Afterwards everyone took to the seats in the back garden, conversing while they enjoyed the glorious weather. Trunks eventually got Goten involved in a game of tag after the younger had finished stuffing his face. Krillin and Yamchua were off at one side having their own private discussing. Goku, Gohan, Piccolo, Tien and Vegeta were more or less basking in the sun after having their bellies filled. When the only two mothers present took the used dishes into the kitchen with the aid of the telepathic Chaotzu, it was only after stocking the dishes in the washer and turning it on did the machine suddenly decide not to work.

"Now that's just great!" Bulma exclaimed.

"Don't worry about Bulma-san," spoke the little emperor. "I'll wash the dishes for you."

"No Chaotzu I can't ask you to do that, it's too many." She told him. "I really appreciate the offer but I'm sure we can call in a repairman to fix it."

"I don't mind really, I'd be happy to help around," he said. "Especially since you've arranged for everything else today."

Bulma looked out the kitchen window searching for her son wondering when was the last time he had washed the dishes. During her search she did come into eye to eye contact with her mate for a few seconds.

"I insist." Chaotzu added clearly so as to regain her attention. "Besides I think Trunks is busy enjoying himself with Goten right now."

Bulma was going to remind him how she disliked it when he used his mind to eavesdrop but guessed he already knew when he looked at his feet abashed. She knew he hadn't done with any wickedness in heart's view.

~ You're forgiven Chaotzu. Just don't make a habit of it. ~ She mentally told him

~ Arigatou Bulma-san. ~ "But I really wouldn't mind." He vocally confirmed.

"Thank you Chaotzu, you're very helpful and considerate." She bent down and gave him grateful kiss and moved to go out side followed by Chichi. She added over her shoulder. "Remember you can stop anytime you want."

Once outside Chichi pulled Bulma side so they could have that chat she had promised earlier.

"Now Bulma Briefs," she said to the blue haired Capsule Corporation heiress. "I want to know what exactly you and Vegeta were doing when we arrived."

"Nothing much, just arguing, getting thing ready, and more arguing."

"You're lying, Bulma."

"We weren't doing anything."

"Bulma," Chiuchi began. "I will get it out of you and I stop my interrogation until I do. Besides, I'm sure there's a small part of you that what to tell me anyway."

In addition to a caring and curious mind, Bulma suspected that some sort of morbid inquisitiveness was also what was prompting her friend to make such an enquiry. So she obliged her in as low a volume as possible.

* * *

"Say, Krillin," Yamchua asked. "Where's 18 and Marron?"

"Well Marron's come down with the flu and 18 volunteered to stay home and look after her," Krillin smiled almost mischievously. "So there was no need for me to stay and miss out on the fun too, eh? Heh, heh, heh."

Yamchua chuckled in agreement.

"So, what happened to your current interest, Kristine, isn't it? How are things between you two?"

"Fine." Yamchua spoke his one worded reply.

"Tell me; now that you've together for a while, what's she really like?"

"Why'd you want to know?" Yamchua suddenly questioned.

"Uh…well I uh…" Krillin didn't exactly know how to respond to that.

"It's not like the answer will hold any detrimental meaning in your life." He spoke as though his friend was being overbearingly nosy.

"Gosh Yamchua…just being curious is all."

"Not unless you're looking for some out of marriage action." Yamchua looked down from an angle at the much shorter warrior, and Krillin didn't like one bit. The look on his face was almost sinister. "What's wrong not getting enough satisfaction at home?"

"What?!" Krillin cried appalled. "That's not it and you know it!"

"Calm down will you, short stuff." An amused look came upon Yamchua's face and his voice took on an amused tone. He tried to playfully ruffle Krillin's hair but he batted his hand away. "It's quite understandable you know."

"Quit it will ya!"

"I was just fucking with ya," he assured him. "You love the woman; you'd never do anything like that. Should have seen the look on your face though, man!" And Yamchua laughed as if to emphasis the point

After he calmed from his laughing, Yamchua went to tell Krillin about his latest baseball playoffs success.

* * *

Bulma looked at her friend for a reaction, but the only expression Chichi showed was a blank face as well as blinking five times. Then she exploded.

"Bulma have you lost all moral sense?!"

"Shhh Chichi! The others will hear you!" She urged the other woman. She had seen Piccolo look in their direction numerous times and recalling how he had heard everything spoken between Goku and Murai Trunks when the latter person came to warn them about the androids, there was no doubt in her mind that he heard everything they had said too.

"What if Trunks had come downstairs to see his half naked father relentlessly bumping an' grinding into his practically naked mother while he was ravishing her breasts?" Chichi hissed.

Bulma was absolutely flabbergasted. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open like a gaping fish. Never in her life did she ever expect Chichi to use such graphically vivid language and her being right didn't help either. Slowly, the angry look left Chichi's face and was replaced by a smile before blowing up in laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Bulma asked indignantly.

"You…" and Chichi continued to laugh. It wasn't long before Bulma joined in too, and both `hyenas' drew the attention from everyone else onto themselves.

"But seriously, Bulma," Chichi said once they had calmed down. "You have really got to be more careful."

"Yeah I know." Bulma was now sober and solemn. "I really don't know what happened. One second we were arguing, then he insulted me, then I teased him and then he had me on a kitchen counter, literally!"

"So…" Chichi turned her head to the side while narrowing her eyes and sly smile came upon her face. "How did it feel to have such a quick passionate fuck?"

"Exhilarating, I was lost between pleasure and pain..." Bulma admitted with a look similar to that of her friend. "But thanks to you it didn't last long enough."

"Good." Chichi said with a put on sneer. "I've been having a dry spell all week and there's no way in hell I'm going to be the only woman to suffer." Both women laughed some more.

"Chichi come here a sec." Bulma motioned with her hand and Chichi sat forward in her seat. Whispering extremely quietly in her ear she said. "You know, I'm sure Piccolo heard every single word we've spoken and I don't think that's fair."

"Shall we then?" Chichi asked as she sat back in her chair.

"Most certainly." Bulma concurred.

"You know Bulma, speaking of dry spells when do you think was the last time Piccolo indulged in the sac act?"

"I have no idea Chichi." Bulma looked from the corner of her eye across the garden to Piccolo. Though he didn't look directly at them, he did appear a bit tense. "I guess you'll have to ask him that one." It was then that Piccolo's arms dropped to his size, causing the women to snigger.

"You've spent more time around Nameks than I have Bulma," Chichi suggested in an observant tone. "What's their anatomy like?"

"I don't really know Chichi," Bulma spoke casually. "Though I must say I've always wondered what a fully grown adult Namek's genitalia looks like."

Suddenly a loud crashing noise sounded and everybody turned their eyes to see Piccolo on the ground with his legs in the air. Less than a second later Chichi and Bulma burst out in uncontrollable laughter and every soul was caught between looking from one disordered sight to the other in utter mystification.

"Hey Piccolo, are you alright?" Asked a concerned Gohan as he went to help his old sensei up.

"I'm fine, kid." A flustered Piccolo said as he stood back up on his feet.

"Why'd you drop like that?" Goku asked.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Giving a sideward glance at the Saiyajin no Ouji he added. "And neither would another."

Having a very good idea what he was talking about, Vegeta harrumphed, turned around smugly and with his nose in the air went inside to use the bathroom.

Goku looked at a flustered Piccolo to his mate and Bulma who were both hysterical, back at Piccolo again, then to back garden door where Vegeta had disappeared and then repeated the whole process. A knowing smile spread across his lips.

From his vantage point, from a second floor window, seeing that his mother was clearly in a good mood, Trunks chose this time to put his mind at ease as regards the condition she was had been in when he saw her upset the day before last. He looked back into the room and said over his shoulder,

"Hey Goten, let's just have a little break okay." He immediately saw his best friend stick his head out of a large flower pot with the plant, roots and compost and all atop his head.

"Sure," the younger demi-saiyajin said. "I was feeling a little peckish anyway."

Rather than using the stairs both children leap out of the window and floated down to ground level. They took off in different directions, Gotent to the tables that held the food and Trunks towards where his mother was sitting.

"Excuse me, Kaasan,"

"Yes Trunks, honey?" Bulma delivered a smile with her undivided attention.

"Why were you so upset?"

"Sorry?" She replied not quite sure as to what he was asking.

"You know the day before you…caught me skipping school," he interrupted himself with an embarrassed cough. "When I woke up, I saw you in my shower. You and tousan. He was holding you and you were really, really upset. Why?"

"Trunks…" she began but was uncertain as to how to continue.

"Was it because of me?" He asked with a hint of guilt in his young face and a stoic face that almost mimicked his fathers but felt rather flat. "If it was, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad."

"No, Trunks, no." She said before she heaved the boy up on her lap. "Boy you are getting big." She said in abstract though.

"Then why were you upset then?" He asked again wanting her to give a reason if it wasn't because of him like she said.

"It doesn't matter, darling, but I want you to know it wasn't your fault. Okay?"

He gave a nod in acceptance then spoke again. "Did he make you happy again?"

Bulma smiled at her son, understanding to whom he was referring to. "Yes Trunks, your otousan did make me happy again."

"I bet he did." Chichi whispered to herself under her breath, but Bulma heard her anyway and chose to ignore the comment.

"He loves us doesn't he kaasan." It was an unwavering heartfelt statement that little Trunks made.

"Yes, Trunks," Bulma said with absolute affirmation. "He does love us, very, very much. Now you run along and have fun playing with Goten, alright?"

After he gave her a quick nod Trunks and received a peck on the forehead, he jumped down off his mother's lap and went off to pull Goten away from the buffet tables.

Not even having to look at her friend Bulma spoke in self defence. "I know what you're going to say Chichi, but he didn't see anything that would have ill effects on him. All he saw was his father comforting his mother and seeing something like that can only help the boy."

"Bulma, I don't know if you know this, but it is common practise shower without any clothes on whatsoever!"

"Chichi, if he had seen anything that would have made him feel uncomfortable or disturbed him he would've said something." Then she accentuated, "I know my own son and he hided nothing from me."

"If you say so."

"Oh, I do."

* * *

"Oh come on Krillin it was a joke." Yamchua tried to calm down his little friend after cracking another crude joke about marital relationship or specifically based on speculations of 18's sexual performance, but the small ex-monk was having none of it.

"I can't tell you how close I am to blasting you right now…" Krillin said menacingly.

"Oh please you're only mad because I have a point."

"Alright that's it!" Krillin jumped back, placed his hands to his side and began to power up.

"Fine I'll leave you alone! Someone's been spending too much time around the monkey no ouji." Yamchua conceded when he heard a familiar track begin over the speakers and took off towards Bulma, leaving an angry Krillin behind while muttering to himself. "Besides, nothing I said wasn't true anyway."

"Ha!" Krillin barked to himself as made his way over to Goku. "He's not even worth it."

Yamchua made sure to adjust his shirt before he reached Bulma. He cleared his throat politely to gain attention and after brief courteous conversation with Chichi he snatched Bulma away for a dance. Following his example Gokou excused himself from his friends and also grabbed Chichi's hand to lead her in a swing.

"What sparked this sudden desire to dance with me?" Bulma asked the man who swayed her from side to side.

"Just felt like livening up the scene," he told her. "Besides we were always great dancing partners." He added reminiscently.

"So, how are you Yamchua?"

"Fine," he said then he spoke with meaning, "but obviously still not as fine as you."

Bulma smiled sweetly, and a taint of blush graced her cheeks. "Your charms will get you nowhere with me." Her voice had developed a chastising tone devoid of venom. "How are things with Kristine?"

"We're alright, but she had to go on some long business trip or other." He reversed. "How are things with you and Vegeta?" He asked with a strange glint in his eyes that wasn't missed.

"As well as they could be."

"You're beautiful Bulma." He suddenly said. "When was the last time he told you that?"

Any reply she would have made was lost on her lips. She couldn't pin-point the last time Vegeta had made an appreciative commend on her appearance, and the blatantly intense look in Yamchua eyes didn't seem to help either.

"Remember when we used to dance to this song?" He questioned.

Bulma allowed her nod to be the only response as she tried to figure him out.

"Do remember Miyazaki beach?" He took in her half certain nod. "No you don't."

"Yes I do." She tried to convince them both.

"Just close your eyes and try to remember with me." Yamchua said in a near pleading tone, and Bulma glanced at him with a not so complete trustful look in her face. "Oh come on Bulma, what's so wrong with reminiscing with an old friend?" He chose as his words of persuasion carefully, and having no argument against what he said she acquiesced with a tiny sigh, while ignoring a strong disagreeable feeling that resided from her better judgement.

"Alright, with a clear mind picture this…the moon is bright, the sky clear without even so much as a cloud of smoke from a camp-fire to speak of. The stars shine like diamonds in the sky, with the most beautiful and most wonderful one of them all, on my arm." Yamchua saw how the corners of her lips twitched up in a small smile and he continued. "The yellow sand is clean and soft beneath our bare feet caressing our soles, and the gentle waves approaching and then retreating give off the blissful sounds of nature's music." All the while Yamchua continued to move his face closer and closer to Bulma's, who did not notice with her eyes closed.

Noticing this Chichi nudged her husband who was taken up in his nuzzling of her neck. When she had his attention she indicated with her head where she wanted him to glance, and a questioning look that mirrored hers appeared on his face. The scene presented him was definitely not good.

~ What the..? ~ Gokou gaped silently.

~ Well someone's getting usually brave... ~ Chichi mused.

Everybody also present had similar thoughts.

"There's no dialogue going on between us," Yamchua continued ignoring all around. "There's no need."

With the aid of his words and the assistant of her own recall the picture that Bulma envision took full shape without so much as the absence of an ounce of detail. She remembered the time when the man that she was now moving with had held her heart and had been her intended for life as well as the lovely times that they had shred together. She caught herself then and opened her eyes to take in his close proximity, and an intense feeling of unease engulfed her. Only once had she ever felt like this and it had been situation that was similar as well as very different.

"The love we had for each other was beautiful, wasn't it, Bulma?" Yamchua said paying no attention to how uncomfortably ridged she had become in his arms. "And do you remember what we did next?"

"Yamchua, let go of me…" She whispered still in shock as well as not liking how close his lips were to hers. Bulma stood stock still, stopping all movement to the music and tried in vain to separate herself from Yamchua. When every effort she made produced no results, she found herself wanting him. ~ Vegeta…~

Goku moved immediately. "Do you mind if I dance with you Bulma?"

Having been interrupted Yamchua stepped away and looked at the younger man angrily.

"You don't mind do you, Yamchua?" Gokou asked him.

"Not at all buddy!" A flawless friendly façade quickly covered his face. "You don't mind if I dance with Chichi do you?"

"No, I'm sure she'll like to swap." Gokou answered, very grateful that his wife had never been an interest of the older warrior and could also take care of herself.

Once Yamchua was waltzing with Gokou's mate and Gokou himself was doing the same with Bulma, Vegeta came back outside, and for a few seconds his eyes agitatedly scanned the garden until it settled on Bulma and Gokou. Though it wasn't obvious Gokou could still tell that he was exited the house in a rush and excited state but upon seeing that his mate was safe he calmed down without anyone noticing his change in mannerism.

"Bulma," Gokou spoke as loud and clear as he dared to. "What the hell did I and everybody else just witness between you and Yamchua?"

"Nothing!" She cried defensively.

"Oh really?" Gokou replied with evident doubt. "From where I was standing it looked like he was about to kiss you."

"Well I'm sure you were mistaken." Bulma said in an assuring tone.

"I doubt it."

"You're worrying about nothing Gokou." But then she added in a quieter tone, "Thanks for the tactful interruption, though."

"Don't mention it." He said. "Just be glad it was me and not Vegeta who did so. I'm sure Yamchua would have stopped breathing the moment he saw him even attempt to come indecently close you."

It wasn't long before everyone, with exception of Piccolo and Vegeta were showing off their moves. Even the two little demi-saiyajin boys interrupted their games to engage in dance floor combat. Looking at the couples that danced together Gohan began to wish that Videl was with him and Krillin suddenly wished that could be swaying 18 in his arms rather than dancing by himself.

Shizema took in the happy group of people enjoying the weather, music and the company of each other. Apparently there were nine or so people moving to some type of human music; it was quite a sight. There was a pale faced child looking earthling, a three eyed man and a very short adult male. Every now and again two small children, one with jet black hair and another with lavender, would run onto the scene and then back out of it. But what grabbed his attention most was the two pairs of couple that danced. One consisted of his first creation who danced with a dark haired earthling woman. The other included a tall jet black haired man with eyes to match and Bulma Briefs, who, despite her simple wear of a short demin skirt and a small sleeveless t-shirt, she looked quite exquisite nonetheless.

He remembered the smell of her hair, the taste of her skin and feel of her body from when she was unconscious after the crash. Shizema found himself craving for those experiences again and then much more.

Entranced and thus failing to take in all personnel who were present he approached the group unnoticed. Before anyone could stop him and just as Gokou spun Bulma away from his side Shizema quickly stretched out both arms and in a flash wrapped them around Bulma from behind, pulling her away from Gokou and to himself; causing her to release a shocked and frightened scream.

to be continued…

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