Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Porn, Anyone? ( Chapter 26 )

I'm not even going to bother with an apology, because you guys don't want to hear that crap. Just know that this story is about 2 chapters away from completion, so hopefully I won't lose the motivation I found the other day!

Disclaimer: I don't think the website in this chapter is real. I tried to make up something, and I did type it into Internet Explorer to test it. All I got was a topsite with a different URL. *shrugs* If there really is a site named hardcorehentai.com, I have nothing to do with it. I just needed a name for a fictional website.

Satan Video

Chapter 25: Porn, Anyone?

Bulma awoke to the sounds of birds chirping nearby. She lifted her head slightly and a pain shot through her neck.

"Never sleeping on the roof again," she groaned as she rolled off her companion's chest and onto her back. Vegeta's chuckle caused her to finally open her eyes. "You're already awake, huh?" she asked as her eyes shifted from the pink, early morning sky to his face.

"I've been up for a little while," Vegeta commented as he sat up and reached for the pile of clothes. "Here." Her underwear hit her in her face right as she turned to look at him.

"Hey!" she complained as she grabbed the small item and began to put it on. His only response was a snicker. He laid back down once he got dressed, and Bulma looked at him in indignation. "Can I have the rest of my clothes?"

"They're right there." Vegeta pointed to the pile with his foot. She was about to get angry when she noticed the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth.

'If he wants to play like that,' Bulma thought with a smirk. She tossed the blanket off and stood up. "Well, if you don't care if all my neighbors see me naked, then I guess I don't care either," she said as she stretched. She smiled to herself when the remainder of her clothes smacked her in the face a moment later.

As soon as Bulma was dressed, Vegeta grabbed her and the blanket and descended to her private balcony. She opened the glass sliding door and started to enter when she noticed he didn't appear to be following.

"Are you coming in?" she asked as she stepped back toward him.

"Not now. I've got some things I need to take care of," he answered as he laid the blanket across the single plastic chair on the balcony.

"Oh, okay. You want to do something later, then?" Vegeta saw the confusion on her face and chuckled.

"Don't worry. I'll definitely come by tonight," he purred. "Wouldn't want you to get lonely," he added before pulling her against him and meeting his lips with hers. He released her moments later, and with a grin, left her dumbfounded and slightly aroused on her balcony. She watched his ki trail until a yawn broke her attention. With a sigh, she promptly crawled into bed and went back to sleep.

The flight back to his apartment was a quick one. The smirk on his face slowly became an all out smile as he flew across town toward his destination. Vegeta was completely oblivious to the fact that he was gaining the attention of several people on the road who were determined to beat the rush hour traffic by leaving at this horrifically early hour. One man actually stopped in astonishment and was swiftly rear ended by the car behind him. So much for getting to work early.

***

Goku woke up to the front door being slammed.

"Kakarotto! Get your lazy ass out of bed," the prince yelled with a look of pure amusement on his face as he kicked his roommate's door open.

"What the hell do you want, Vegeta? It's 6 in the morning! I just went to sleep 3 hours ago," Goku whined as he covered his head with a pillow.

"I need a sparring partner, and you're the only worthwhile opponent on this stupid planet." Goku pulled the pillow away from his face and stared at his roommate in disbelief.

"You're kidding, right? You didn't really just wake me up to spar with you?" The look on Vegeta's face answered his question. "Shit, you're serious. Why now? You never wanted to train much before."

"I was recently informed that I might actually be able to leave this rock, but before I do, I need to get stronger," he answered.

"So you need to start right this minute?" Goku complained as he rolled over onto his stomach and pulled the blanket over his head. "I'll fight with you later, man. I think I'm still a little drunk, anyway." Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"You lazy fuck! Get your ass up before I blast it," he said in a serious tone as he flared his ki for emphasis. Goku lifted his head and glared at his roommate. The two sat there with eyes locked on the other for several seconds until fatigue finally declared Goku the loser.

"I hope I puke on you," he spat as he got out of bed. Vegeta just laughed as he went to change clothes and grab a quick snack.

***

And this was how most of their week off was spent. For the most part, things went by smoothly; there were a few incidents however. Mr. Satan was at the store almost every day during reconstruction until the workers forcefully made him leave. They finally got tired of him trying to cut costs. A person can only hear, "Do you really need to use that much concrete?" and, "You don't need all those reinforcement beams," so many times. The last time he said anything to anyone, a laborer tried to run over him with the bulldozer. That was all the convincing he needed to realize his presence was not wanted.

Bulma and Vegeta spent most of time at her apartment. She was making good on her promise to get to know him better, even if it appeared to be on more of a physical level than anything else. Regardless, though, the two were pretty much inseparable for the majority of the week.

Goku only saw his roommate a few hours a day. After their first rather pathetic sparring session, the two agreed to train everyday at a designated time at least until they went back to work. They'd have to come up with a schedule once the store was reopened, but they'd worry about that when it actually came up. The only time the two saw each other outside their sessions, though, was when Vegeta came home occasionally to grab some clean clothes.

Not that Goku was home all that much either. He had been fully taking advantage of his time off. He and Krillin went out the first couple of nights. During the middle of the week, Goku called Chi Chi and they did the whole dinner and a movie thing since she was a little tired of the club scene. The two hit it off and agreed to see each other again over the weekend.

Yamcha had been avoiding Jenny like the plague. He did not want to be put in the position of actually wanting her ever again. That's not to say he'd given up on his mission, though. He had followed her a few times when she had left the house, but nothing useful ever came from it. Quite the opposite in fact as his little, old car finally used up its last life. This was probably the only time he cursed himself for buying a flashy sports car. Good luck trying to follow someone discreetly in that thing!

With his camouflaged car out of commission, Yamcha had to implore more creative means of spying on the woman who ruined his life. He went down to the local electronics store and bought a cheap spy gadget. It unfortunately turned out to be worthless. The Spy Ear, which consisted of headphones and a small box that resembled a radio and contained a microphone, only worked if he were within so many feet of her. It turned out to be fairly impossible to get within 20 feet of her and not be seen. Of course his trusty binoculars worked great, but they didn't help him. He needed to know who this coconspirator was and if there was any evidence to prove his innocence. The only way to learn these things was to eavesdrop. Simply watching her like a common pervert wouldn't work. He now regretted not forking over the big bucks to get the phone tapping equipment.

Thursday…

Vegeta had gone back to his apartment for a change of clothes yet again while Bulma was taking a shower. She smiled to herself as she lathered up her hair. The past few days had been incredible. She and Vegeta had been inseparable, and without the influence of outside stimuli, the two had gotten along surprisingly well. In fact, she would say the past four days had been perfect. He even agreed to endure the stupid human ritual of sitting down to watch a couple of movies, although a few minutes into each of them, his attention had turned from the TV screen to giving her immense pleasure, not that she minded. She even returned the favor. Besides, they were probably stupid movies anyway.

Her smile slowly faded as an unwanted thought entered her head again. 'We'll all be going back to work soon.' She sighed. 'I've gotten so used to how Vegeta's been lately. I wonder if he'll go back to being his bitchy self the minute anyone else is near us. Ha, who am I kidding? This is Vegeta I'm talking about. I'm one of a very lucky few to know he's not a total asshole. It's probably better this way anyway. It'll be easier for me to act like his boss if he's being a pain in the ass.' Bulma smiled as she finished rinsing her hair and turned off the shower.

While she was getting dressed, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. The computer. She hadn't spent any time with her baby lately and decided now would be a good time to do so. She sat down to check her emails when one in particular caught her attention. She didn't recognize the address of the sender, but the subject line of, "Working hard?" motivated her to open it.

"What the hell?" she wondered as she clicked on it.

The message simply said, "So, I guess this is how you decide who gets a raise over there." Well, curiosity was now in command as she opened the attached file only to have her eyes widen in disbelief. It was a short clip from the surveillance tape of Krillin and Marron having sex in the backroom!

"How the hell did someone get a hold of that?" she screamed. She immediately grabbed the phone. Krillin groggily answered.

"Hello?"

"Krillin, you're not going to believe this."

"Bulma? What's going on?" he asked still not completely awake yet.

"Someone emailed me a copy of our surveillance tape. The one of you and Marron on the table!" Krillin blinked and then burst into a fit of laughter.

"Oh man, Bulma. That's good. You almost had me there for a minute."

"This is not a joke," she shrieked. "Wait a minute. I'll forward it to you. You can watch it yourself if you don't believe me." Krillin sighed and got out of bed and went to his computer. A few moments later he was watching himself ram Marron from behind on the table at work.

"Oh man," he groaned.

"I know. I can't believe this," she agreed.

"I'm actually in an internet porno, and the quality is terrible!"

"Krillin! This is not the time to be complaining about the resolution of the security equipment. What if someone recognizes it as Satan Video? This is not the kind of publicity we need…." Her voice trailed off as his attention became focused elsewhere.

Krillin rubbed his bald head unconsciously as he watched the video file on his computer and smiled. "I'm the man," he said to himself. "What? Sorry, I wasn't listening."

"Do you have any idea how someone could've gotten the tape?" she asked again.

"Not a clue. It wasn't something I was bragging about, you know. I was rather embarrassed that we had been recorded. As far as I know, you, Goku, and Vegeta were the only ones who knew about it. Do you think one of them might've taken it?"

"Maybe, but I keep those things locked up in the cabinet. I still don't understand how anyone could've taken it. I'm going to their apartment a little later, so I'll ask them if they know anything about it. Well, I'll let you go. I'll call you if I find out anything."

"Later." Bulma hung up the phone and rubbed her eyes.

"Why do things like this always happen, damn it?" she asked herself

"I believe your people call it karmic debt," a deep voice answered, and Bulma jumped three feet out of her chair.

"Holy shit, Vegeta. You scared the hell out of me!" He chuckled as he walked up to her.

"I let myself in when I heard you ranting all the way outside."

"Can you believe this? Somehow the Marron/Krillin sex tape was stolen from work and is now on the internet. Someone was sweet enough to email me a copy under the assumption of course that I am the one in the goddamn video! And what the hell is with the karma comment?" she snapped. Vegeta shrugged.

"I read about it for a humanities class I had to take. What?" he asked in response to the strange look he was receiving.

"You actually study?" she asked in disbelief.

"Occasionally," he offered. "Most of the crap they make me take is stuff I already know, but I found that one to be quite beneficial in understanding the absurdity of your race."

"Uh huh. Anyway, did you or Goku take the tape?" she asked.

"What the hell would I want with that? That's not exactly something I want to see," he rebuffed, and Bulma shrugged.

"I don't know. I just know that you and Goku were the only ones that knew about it, and it somehow ended up on the internet." Vegeta rolled his eyes.

"I didn't take your dirty, little video, and I don't think Kakarotto did either. He'd be too proud of himself if he had."

"Did you tell anyone else about it?"

"No. I told Kakarotto, and I harassed Baldy about it at his party. Those are the only times it was ever brought up."

"Could someone have overheard at the party?" He shrugged.

"Maybe. I don't remember anyone else around, but I wasn't really paying attention either."

"I'm going to call Goku," she said as she picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Hey, Goku. I've got something I need to talk to you about. Did you happen to take the Marron/Krillin security tape from work?"

"No. Why?"

"Did you tell anyone else about it?"

"No. What's going on?"

"Someone got it and put it on the internet," Bulma answered.

"What's the web address?"

"You can watch it later," she scolded. "We need to figure out how someone got into the backroom and took the tape." Bulma ran a hand through her hair before sending a frustrated glance toward Vegeta. He just shook his head.

'That's Kakarotto for you,' he thought.

"I don't want to watch it. Well, I do," Goku added with a giggle. "But that's not why I want to know the address. Now tell me."

"Hold on a sec." Bulma sighed and turned to read the tiny font in the corner of the video. "Hardcorehentai.com."

"I should've known," he said with a laugh.

"What? Goku, tell me."

"It's Oolong's website."

"What??!! How come no one told me about this?"

"Because he didn't consider you a potential member, I guess. He charges membership fees for access to his dirty film library. He practically begged every guy at work to sign up."

"Are you a member?"

"No."

"Good. You were scaring me there for a minute."

"I couldn't afford it," he added, and Bulma fell out of her chair.

"Well, thanks for the help. I'll talk to you later." She hung up and shook her head. "We need to visit Oolong. You ready to scare the shit out of someone?" she asked her companion. His response was a big, toothy grin.

A Few Minutes Later…

The knock on the door fell upon deaf ears as Oolong sat there mesmerized by the latest video that had been sent to him. He heard the knock the second time but chose to ignore it.

"Damn it Oolong! I know you're in there. Open the door," a familiar voice screeched angrily.

"Just perfect," the shape-shifter groaned as he closed the video file and trudged to the door. Bulma's angry face he expected, but her companion he had not. 'Damn, that's the guy from Krillin's party.' He quickly glanced over the man noticing how he looked like he could tear him apart with just his pinky. Oolong audibly gulped and turned his attention back to his less menacing guest. "So, Bulma, what can I do for you?" he asked desperately trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.

"We need to have a little talk about your online video archive."

"I don't know what you are talking about," he said in a vain attempt to dissuade his ex-boss as the sweat began to bead on his forehead. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Look, I don't care about your little porn site. I just want you to delete the file from Satan Video," she answered as she crossed her arms.

"Now wait just a minute. You can't come in here and demand that I start deleting files. This is my business," he snapped as irritation overshadowed his anxiety.

"I don't think you're in much of a position to deny her request," Vegeta smirked as he summoned a ball of ki and aimed it at the annoying little pig. Oolong squealed and turned to run but was halted when Vegeta grabbed him by the tail and lifted him up to his eye level. "Don't even bother trying that again." His prey gulped and nodded nervously. The Saiyajin prince only laughed as he entered the pig's home and dropped his host without warning into his computer chair as Bulma shut the front door.

"Do as the woman asks, or you'll have more to worry about than your business. It's been a while since I've have pork chops," he warned with a smirk. Oolong's eyes widened in fear before he turned to his computer and began deleting the file from his archive. Bulma had to fight to keep from laughing. She knew it was a good idea to bring Vegeta along. It definitely saved her from a lot of arguing.

"There. I hope you're happy," the shape-shifter complained as he turned back to his tormentors.

"The copy on your hard drive, too," Bulma added. Oolong spun around in his chair mumbling about bossy women, deranged bodyguards, and how innocent businessmen are always taken advantage of. She watched as he deleted the file, and once again Bulma had to hide her smile. 'Innocent my ass,' she thought. Raising an eyebrow at her ex-employee, she snatched the mouse from his chubby hand and emptied the recycle bin. With that, she and Vegeta walked over to the door. She opened it, but turned back toward Oolong before leaving.

"One more thing. I'd better not find that clip back online or I'll let Vegeta here have his barbeque." She nodded in her companion's direction. "See you around." Then they were gone. Oolong let out a sigh of relief.

"She always has been and always will be the biggest pain in the ass on this planet!" He turned back to his computer to finish watching the video he started before all this mess happened. "Not like it matters anyway. The quality of that one was terrible. Now this clip on the other hand," he chuckled as the couple reappeared on his computer screen. All coherent thought left as he was sucked into the erotic display before him. The drool soon began to flow.

Bulma giggled as they flew back to her apartment. "That was great. I never thought I'd have so much fun terrorizing someone." Vegeta chuckled at his lover who clearly had no idea what actual torture was. Moments later, they landed next to her front door. The two went inside, and Bulma sat down on the couch as she dialed Krillin's phone number.

"Hello."

"Hey Krillin. Just got back from Oolong's."

"Oolong's? Why'd you go there?"

"That was his website that hosted your video." He wanted to slap himself.

"I knew that name sounded familiar. I can't believe I forgot about that. So what happened?"

"He was convinced to delete it," she responded as Vegeta sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap so that she was facing him. He started kissing her neck, and Bulma tried to push herself off of him. He wasn't having that though. He tightened his grip on her hips and smirked as they made eye contact.

"Oh," Krillin answered dejectedly. 'Not now,' she mouthed to Vegeta. He nodded before bringing his lips back to her neck.

"Sorry Krill, but I had to," she defended. Vegeta then slipped his hands under her shirt and lightly pinched her nipples. Bulma couldn't hold back the "eep" that escaped her lips.

"Yeah, I know. You okay?"

"Fine. I..I'm fine," she tried to answer in a stable voice as Vegeta tugged the neck of her top down to take a nipple into his mouth. "Oooh, I gotta go," she panted as she pretty much hung up on her stunned friend. Krillin arched an eyebrow at the phone as he hung it up.

"Weird."

"Damn it. Why couldn't you wait two freaking minutes?" Bulma yelled trying to sound angry at him but failing miserably. His eyes met hers as he slowly released her nipple from his mouth, and Bulma watched as a string of saliva connected her to his lips. She unconsciously swallowed. Vegeta licked his lips, breaking the string, as he pulled her shirt back over her breasts. Her eyes narrowed in confusion as he lifted her up and set her back down on the couch. "Vegeta?" she began but was quickly interrupted by her smirking lover.

"I'm hungry." With that he took off for the kitchen. Bulma blinked a couple of times before launching herself from the couch in hot pursuit of one Saiyajin prince.

"Vegeta, you teasing bastard! Get back here!!"