Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Roommates? ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my computer and my warped little mind. Nothing includes Dragonball Z, the movie Four Rooms, Ramen Noodles, and Hot Fries.

Chapter 2: Roommates?

After picking out a movie, Vegeta went home. He opened the door to his apartment to find Goku sitting on the couch watching cartoons.

"Hey Kakarotto."

"Hey Vegeta. How'd it go?"

"I start tomorrow night," he replied as he plopped down on the couch to see what he was watching.

Goku was ecstatic. "Alright, now we can afford to buy food. I was really starting to get sick of Ramen noodles." His mouth was already watering at the thought.

"..." Vegeta rolled his eyes and decided to check out the fridge.

"Well anyway, I knew Bulma would hire you." Vegeta peeked up over the door of the fridge at Goku. He grabbed a beer and went back to the couch. (Can't afford food, but has a beer supply?)

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Vegeta pretended to not be interested.

"I just know the kind of people she's willing to put up with, that's all."

Vegeta shrugged and chugged the rest of the beer.

"I got a movie."

"Well start it up," Goku replied before getting up to get them each another beer and the last bag of snacks they had left: hot fries. Vegeta started the movie.

Later...

The bellboy was standing in the middle of the hotel room. He had a hypodermic needle protruding from his thigh and the ankle of a dead prostitute in his hand.

The boy had a cigarette in his mouth and the girl had drawn a target on one of the paintings with her mother's lipstick. She had been using the needle as a dart before stabbing the bellboy. The TV was on in the background and had a half naked woman dancing on it. The empty champagne bottle was on the floor and half the hotel room was on fire. Just then the children's father burst in the room holding his passed out wife and was glaring at the spectacle before him.

Goku started laughing so hard, beer shot out his nose. Vegeta was rolling on the floor at Goku's reaction to the movie.

"Damn...Kakarotto...that was....disgusting," he managed to get out in between laughs. Then the phone rang. Goku crawled over to it and answered. He sounded like he was choking.

"Goku? Are you alright?" Bulma asked.

Cough..cough.."Laughing, beer," cough."hot fry," was all Goku could say.

"What the hell? Are you drunk?"

Burp! "A little."

"Damn, that was cute," she responded sarcastically.

"You think so, huh? Hey, I heard you hired a new guy today? What do you think about him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Marron said he was pretty hot. I guess I was wondering what your opinion was on that matter." He hadn't spoken to Marron in a week, but hey, it sounded exactly like something she would say. Vegeta continued watching the movie, trying to ignore Goku's drunken conversation.

"Well, I'd say you're definitely drunk. Why would you want to know that anyway?" she demanded.

"I'm conducting a study to figure out what it is you crazy women are attracted to that's all." Now Bulma was the one laughing hysterically.

"I don't think you need to drink anymore tonight," she responded after she finished laughing.

"Hey, what are you doing right now?"

"Nothing really. I was going to eat and then catch up on some quality time with my computer."

"Oh that's no fun! Why don't you come over? I've got movies."

"Goku, you work in a video store. Don't you ever get sick of watching movies all

the time?"

"Not really. The fact that I like movies is the only reason I work there in the first place."

"Fair enough. Alright, I'll stop by a little later."

"Okay, see ya later."

"Kakarotto, what did she want?"

"Huh? Oh she's coming over."

"Don't you find it a little strange to hang out with your boss?" He seemed to consider this thought for a moment.

"No. I've known her for a long time, way before we ever worked together. She's one of my best friends." Their attention went back to the movie and the empty bag of hot fries. 'Need to buy some groceries,' they both thought.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Goku was preoccupied by spinning around and around in the bar stool. It was enough to make Vegeta dizzy just watching him. 'He better not puke on the floor,' he thought as he got up to answer the door. Bulma was more than a little shocked to see Vegeta open the door.

"Vegeta? What are you doing here?"

"I live here," he answered in a rather annoyed tone.

"Oh." Her attention turned to Goku spinning in the chair. "Goku, would you quit that?" He stopped and looked up at Bulma.

"Oh hey. This is my new roommate, but I guess you have already met."

"Yeah I guess we have. So can I come in or not?" she turned to ask Vegeta. He moved away from the door and waved his arm in an exaggerated manner for her to come in.

"Thank you," she replied with a smile and made her way to the couch. She brushed the hot fry crumbs off of it before sitting down. "So Goku, were you ever going to tell me you had a new roommate?"

"I thought I did. That's why I took those days off last week. I was helping him get all his stuff moved."

They killed some time chatting, well two of them anyway. Apparently Vegeta had not wanted to be included in the conversation. Bulma would ask Vegeta questions, hoping to get to know her best friend's roommate a little better, things she felt were inconsequential, such as 'Where are you from? What are you studying in school? Blah, blah, blah.' However, if she got an actual answer, it was a sarcastic one. The only thing she did manage to get out of him was the fact that, like Goku, he was Saiyajin, the prince no less. He was more than open about the fact that he was royalty, but he did not like her trying to pry into his business. 'Why the hell does she keep bothering me?' Vegeta wondered. 'I thought she was here to visit Kakarotto.'

Bulma finally gave up and just talked to Goku. Occasionally she would give the uptight man a glance, only to notice the irritated expression on his face. This made her more than a little uncomfortable. She decided she had worn out her welcome, and called it a night. She said goodbye and went back to her own apartment.

"Kakarotto, is she always that annoying?" Goku looked confused.

"I don't think she's annoying. She was just trying to get to know you. Give her a chance and I'm sure you two will get along, just don't piss her off."

"And why should I worry about angering her?" Vegeta raised one eyebrow as a cocky grin spread across his face.

"First of all, you're going to be working with her. Secondly, there are only a few people on this planet to fear and she is one of them. She's sort of a genius and she likes to find creative ways to get back at those who upset her. She has no physical strength, but she makes up for it." Vegeta rolled his eyes, clearly not caring about any of the things Goku had just said. "Okay then. She is my best friend and she will come over here a lot, so it would just be nice if you two could tolerate each other. You don't have to be her friend, just be nice to her for me, okay?"

"Fine, but I'm curious. If she's such a genius, why is she a manager of a video store?"

"It's a long story, but the short version would be that she hates her parents and wants to prove that she doesn't need their help with anything." Vegeta just shook his head. That really didn't explain much, but he didn't want to ask him to go into it any further.

Bulma was a little perturbed on the way back to her place. 'I honestly do not know how Goku can live with that guy. He's a jerk.' She sat there in thought for a moment. 'Maybe he just doesn't like me. I guess that's possible, but what the hell did I do to him?' Her anger was beginning to rise. 'I even gave the asshole a job, which will probably turn out to be a very big mistake. Well at least I can fire him when I can't deal with him anymore. Poor Goku's stuck with him, unless he finds another roommate.' She laughed at that thought, but then rolled her eyes. "Right, as if anyone ever gets on Goku's nerves."

She got back home to find Yamcha sitting on the steps in front of her apartment.

"I was just about to leave," he said. She gave him a smile as she opened the door and he followed her inside. The door was barely closed before his arms were around her waist and his lips were on hers. She dropped her keys on the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck, before running one hand through his hair.

He stepped forward, causing her to back step through her dark living room. She lost balance as she bumped into the back of the couch and they both fell over it, him landing on top of her. The two were at a rather odd angle, but neither was interrupted by the slight complication.

He moved down her neck, then up to her ear licking it lightly. His breath on her moist skin sent chills through her body. Yamcha sat up to remove his shirt that she had been tugging at. It was thrown on the coffee table before he turned his attention back to her. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly raised it, leaving soft kisses up her stomach as he went. Bulma leaned forward so he could lift it over her head. Once the article had been discarded, she pushed him back so that he was sitting upright on the couch. She straddled his legs and kissed him again while her hands rested on his muscular chest. He lowered his kisses down her neck to her shoulders, not leaving an inch of skin untouched as he slowly slid her bra straps off.

Bulma's mouth had found its way to his neck. He exhaled rather loudly as she nibbled on his earlobe, her hot breath assaulting his ear. His hands slowly traced up her back to unclasp her bra, and it was tossed aside. Yamcha's mouth then left her shoulder, went over her collarbone, and continued its journey toward her breasts. She had her hands in his hair as he softly kissed every inch of one breast except the most sensitive place. She was hot with anticipation, and shrieked as he lightly bit her nipple. She could feel his arousal and pressed herself against it even more as he continued his work on her breasts. She placed a hand on either side of his head and lifted him to her eye level. She kissed him before pushing him against the back of the couch again.

She licked from his collarbone up to his ear before she decided to travel down his chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses. As she worked her way down, Yamcha was lightly brushing his fingertips over her back. Her skin responded with goose bumps and she gave out a very soft moan. She kissed over his abs as she undid his belt. Soon the remainder of his clothes were thrown on the living room floor. Thank goodness she lived alone.

They had made it into the bedroom sometime during the night's activities. Yamcha was asleep on his side with his arm wrapped around her waist. She watched his peaceful slumber and sighed. This was her designated date with insomnia. She stared at the ceiling fan as it slowly circulated. She tried to pick out one blade and follow it along its path, but her eyes were just too tired. In contrast to her physical exhaustion, her mind was racing with random thoughts that she could not block out. Her thoughts drifted to Yamcha and their relationship. He was fun to be with and had always been good to her. They had a spectacular sex life. He was everything she ever could have wanted in a man, but did she love him? She wasn't sure. It was so confusing, even for a genius. She could reprogram anything placed in front of her but couldn't figure out what was going on in her own heart. She then dismissed the thoughts as usual. 'Oh hell, I am a grown woman who enjoys his company. There is nothing wrong with that,' she reasoned. Yamcha shifted in his sleep, pulling Bulma closer to him. This distracted her enough to dissipate her unwanted thoughts for now. She got comfortable in his embrace and slowly drifted to sleep. Her mental argument with herself would just have to continue tomorrow night.

Heh heh, sorry to leave you hanging there, but that's as much lemon as you're

gonna get with Yamcha involved. I have nothing against the guy, unlike a lot of writers. Maybe it was just an excuse to not write the rest of it. Next time: Vegeta goes to work. The mayhem begins.