Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Party at Krillin's ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter 6: Party at Krillin's

Goku and Vegeta were sitting around the pool of the apartment complex debating what to do the rest of the day. They had originally come down to the pool in hopes of meeting some of their neighbors, 'they' meaning Goku. Vegeta just followed along for lack of anything better to do. Things started off innocent enough: Goku splashed Vegeta, who in turn dunked the taller man not allowing him to surface. The situation eventually resulted in everything within a half mile radius being completely soaked. The few other people who had been at the pool took off for fear of their own safety, since the two appeared to be close to attacking each other. Little did they realize this was just normal Saiyajin competitiveness.

They flew out of the pool and landed by the plastic lounge chairs. As they sat down Goku wondered, "Where'd the girl in the red bikini go?"

"It would appear that we scared everyone off once again," Vegeta replied as he leaned back in his chair, a look of supreme satisfaction upon his face. Knowing their swim time would soon be over, he asked, "So now what?"

"Krillin invited us to go to his place tonight. He's having a small party. I need to call Bulma when we get back; he wanted me to tell her since she's off today, too."

"Baldy, huh? Damn, I can't believe I forgot." Goku gave him a questioning glance, so he proceeded to explain. "Yesterday Bulma had to watch one of the security tapes and saw a little more of a certain two employees than she would have liked."

"What are you talking about?" Vegeta rolled his eyes at his friend's lack of imagination.

"She saw Baldy and the whore going at it." Goku's eyes grew to double their normal size as he took in this new information. "Apparently the customer who was with her had found it quite entertaining. Much to her displeasure, he assumed it was her on the tape. I thought she was going to kill him. I have to admit, I didn't realize she was such a violent person." He chuckled at the memory of the blue haired woman chasing the man out of the store.

Their fun in the sun was cut short as the apartment manager came storming up to the gate behind them. "You two again? I should have known. This is the third time you guys have run off the rest of the residents in the past two weeks. I don't want to see either one of you any where near the pool ever again."

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at the middle aged pudgy man. "Whatever. It's not like this hole in the ground is worth my time anyway. It's quite inadequate to be honest." He wrapped his towel around his neck and walked past the manager, back towards his apartment. Goku scratched the back of his head and chuckled as he grabbed his things and chased after his friend, leaving a very irritated manager poolside.

Later…

Goku and Vegeta touched down on Krillin's front lawn and knocked on the door.

They were greeted by Krillin's dad. (So he lives with his parents. He's a broke college student working at a video store. Give the guy a break.) "Hey Goku, how's it going?" They got the introductions out of the way and were informed that everyone was in the backyard. They made their way to the back to find more people there than they had expected. Goku glanced around and realized he didn't know most of them. 'Probably people he's met at school,' he thought.

Goku deeply inhaled the aroma of meat being cooked over a fire and followed it.

It led him to a huge barbeque pit where Krillin was checking the status of the food. His mouth was watering profusely but was interrupted by a warning from a pair of familiar eyes.

"Don't touch anything. It's not done yet and I know you. Everything would be eaten before anyone else got any." Krillin shooed away a very disappointed Saiyajin. His disappointment turned to mild appeasement when he found that Vegeta had taken residence next to a keg. He pulled up a lawn chair and sat next to his roommate.

"The food's not done yet, and I'm so hungry I could eat this chair!" exclaimed the starving Goku.

"I'd like to see you do that. At least there'd be something interesting going on here." Vegeta sipped his cup as he leaned back in his plastic chair observing the people in the yard. Just then the two noticed Bulma and Yamcha exiting the house. Goku waved at the couple, and they reciprocated as they walked over toward them. Yamcha then noticed Goku's companion and promptly excused himself to the bathroom.

"Hey guys," Bulma said as she completed her journey across the yard. She was greeted with a nod from Vegeta and a crushing hug from Goku. Unfortunately for her, his judgment of strength wasn't at its best since he had been guzzling beer in an attempt to fill the void in his stomach, but only accomplishing a state of drunkenness very quickly. After receiving a scolding from his almost squashed friend, Goku put his arm around her and inquired, "So how are things with you and Yamcha?"

Bulma shrugged, not sure what to say really. "Okay I guess." Vegeta shook his head before downing the rest of his beverage.

"Where'd he go anyway?" Goku asked.

"Nature called." This only confused him more, so Bulma was blunt. "He went to the restroom." Goku nodded his understanding.

"That's what the loser wanted you to think," Vegeta offered nonchalantly from his lawn chair.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bulma questioned, hands on her hips and eyes focused tensely on the man in front of her.

"Exactly what you think it does. Why do you think he decided to take off only after he saw me sitting with Kakarotto?" Bulma considered this for a moment and then she remembered Yamcha's reaction the other day when she had mentioned having lunch with Vegeta.

"So you two know each other after all?" Vegeta grinned and nodded before taking another sip of his beer. "I knew he was keeping something from me," she mumbled.

Yamcha entered the backyard to find Bulma still sitting there with the two aliens. "Damn, I guess there's no getting out of this one."

Vegeta smiled inwardly when he saw Yamcha coming toward them carefully avoiding eye contact with the prince. 'Should I humiliate him now or later?' Decisions, decisions.

"Hey, Goku, Vegeta. How's it going?" Yamcha asked as he made it over to them. Bulma just gave him a 'we'll talk about this later' look as he filled his and Bulma's cups from the keg.

"Well to tell you the truth, I didn't think you'd have the balls to come near me after last time." Vegeta replied, grinning ear to ear. He loved to harass people anyway, but this guy was just plain annoying, allowing the Saiyajin even more satisfaction from watching his uncomfortable fidgeting. Yamcha half smiled nervously, trying to avoid a confrontation in front of Bulma.

"Actually, I was hoping we could just forget about that. We got off to a bad start, and I would like to call a truce." Bulma watched the two, intently wondering just what the hell had happened last time.

"Whatever. Just stay out of my way or I'll be sure to finish you off this time, human." With that Vegeta turned his attention toward a small group of women sitting on the bench near the hot tub. He wasn't really watching them in particular; he just needed something else to focus on besides the idiot near him. He didn't really feel like killing him in front of Bulma, since he knew he'd never hear the end of it. She had quite a temper after all.

Yamcha took this as his queue to leave, and he and Bulma went to go socialize.

Goku turned his attention to Vegeta who to his surprise did not have the calculating expression he usually gets when planning something less than nice. He was bored out of his mind, but luck was not far away. Krillin had just finished cooking the last of the food. He had piled sausage links, hamburgers, and steaks on two picnic tables before deciding to inform his two Saiyajin guests.

"Hey Goku, the food's ready." He shot out of his chair so quickly no one saw it other than Vegeta. "The table on the right is for you two. Do not touch the other table. It's for everyone else." They sat down and Goku started inhaling his food. Vegeta couldn't help but torture Krillin a little before he left.

"So Baldy, I've got a question for you. Would you say you like tables?" He smiled as he bit a large chunk out of one of the steaks. Krillin looked at him like he needed mental help. "I have heard that humans like to use tables for purposes other than those intended. Do you find the improvised use of tables to be gratifying?" Krillin raised an eyebrow at his guest, wondering if he was implying what he thought he might be.

"Just what exactly are you getting at Vegeta?"

"Only that you like tables," he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He started eating again, enjoying the way his vague comments were irritating the shortest man there. "Perhaps you even like making movies that involve tables." Goku overheard this one and almost started choking on his hamburger. Krillin took note of his reaction and turned his questioning to him instead.

"Goku, what is it? Is this some sort of Saiyajin thing or something?" Goku couldn't help but laugh.

"Um well. Maybe you should ask Marron the table question instead. She might be able to help you with that one." Goku didn't want to be the one to break the news to his friend.

"What? What the hell would she know about anything?" Krillin was still clueless, so Vegeta decided to give be merciful and give the guy a hint.

"Apparently she likes tables just as much as you do, especially the one in the back room at work," he spat out between snickers and bites of food. Krillin's eyes widened for half a second before he disregarded the statement.

'There's no way they could know about that,' he concluded. "I demand to know what the hell you two are babbling about!"

They both fell into a fit of laughter. "He could always ask Bulma about it. After all she was the one who actually saw it," Goku offered. Vegeta agreed with that.

"Yes. You definitely need to ask the woman if your performance was acceptable. She may be able to give you some pointers that Marron might appreciate. Although next time, you may want to check for security cameras before you take care of 'business' at work." Vegeta was fighting a losing battle trying to maintain a straight face as he in a round about way told him that Bulma had seen his encounter at work. Krillin's face went pale as the other two couldn't hold back the laughter. No one seemed to notice the shape shifting pig who overhead the entire conversation.

Later...

Vegeta and Goku were almost finished emptying the table of anything edible when they heard a woman screaming followed by a very large splash. The two looked up from their food to see Bulma in the pool insanely muttering profanities at Yamcha. He was laughing his ass off by the edge of the pool as she swam to the steps and climbed out. She was wearing jeans and a form fitting shirt that now obscenely clung to her body as if it were a part of it. Vegeta heard a few men whistle appreciatively which only heightened her rage. She stormed over to Yamcha who was barely able to stand due to the combination of intoxication and hysterical laughter. She kneed the drunken fool in the groin before easily pushing him into the pool despite her own tipsiness.

"Stupid asshole," she mumbled as she sat down and began ringing the water out of her hair. Vegeta couldn't help but chuckle at the way Yamcha was so easily taken out by her. He felt a presence in front of him and opened his eyes only to be greeted by a very angry Bulma. She stood in front of him, arms crossed over a wet shirt that left little to the imagination. He had to make an effort not to look at the sight directly in front of him.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Bulma demanded.

"Your stupid boyfriend and how he was so easily humiliated by you." The smug look returned to Vegeta's face. She allowed a small grin to surface at his remark. At least he wasn't laughing at her. She turned toward Goku.

"Is there any way you could take me home? I need to change clothes and I don't feel like dealing with asshole over there. He drove tonight." Goku nodded and then realized they don't have a car.

"We'll have to fly." Bulma rolled her eyes at her sweet but sometimes slow friend. She knew his only mode of transportation.

"I know Goku. I don't care. I just need to get out of here." He nodded and ate his last link of sausage before leaving to thank Krillin. Vegeta went with him to thank him for his hospitality also, right before he chunked the bald guy into the pool. Krillin's head popped out of the water and boy was he pissed.

"That was for that stupid name tag you made the other day," Vegeta laughed. Krillin's expression quickly changed to one of annoyance, and he splashed Vegeta as he walked away laughing. Bulma shook her head and grinned at her childish friends before laughing at herself. At least Vegeta had a reason to toss Krillin in the pool. Yamcha just did it because he thought it would be funny to anger her, which it did. Perhaps she overreacted a bit, but she still wanted to go home. An intoxicated Yamcha was not usually a fun one, at least around a group of people. She never stopped to consider how much she and her two alien friends had drank. She waved to Krillin before they took off with Bulma latched onto Goku.

The ride home was not a fun one. The wind against her wet clothes was making Bulma very cold. Goku, on the other hand, was unhappy for another reason: he was getting nauseous. He had drunk a lot of beer before feasting on the mountain of food Krillin had barbequed, and it was not mixing well. A moment later, he quickly descended plopping Bulma on the ground before he fell to his knees and proceeded to vomit on the ground repeatedly.

30 Minutes Later…

Goku appeared to have nothing left in his stomach that wanted to exit. Bulma and Vegeta had sat down on the ground nearby and patiently waited for him. He slowly got up.

"I think I can make it now," he said so softly it was barely audible. Bulma turned to Vegeta.

"Your place is closer. Would you mind taking me home after we get him back to your place? I don't think he'll make it much further." Vegeta nodded in agreement. Bulma climbed onto his back, hooking her arms over his shoulders and around his muscular chest while her legs wrapped around his waist, that way his hands would be free in case he needed to help Goku on the way home. He couldn't help but notice her breasts pressed against his back and immediately tried to block it out.

They took to the air slowly. Goku wasn't able to fly very fast, but so far he was at least able to keep himself steady in the air. The cool wind was actually making him feel a little better. Bulma was freezing again. She buried her head as best as she could into the back of Vegeta's neck, trying to find any warmth she could. His concentration was broken as he felt her soft exhales on the back of his neck, part of him desperately wishing for her to quit it, the other not wanting her to stop. He could feel the hair on his neck stand straight up and goose bumps starting to cover him.

It was at that exact moment when Goku started to loose control. Vegeta swooped down and caught him by his belt. This put pressure on his stomach and Goku started feeling sick again. He started heaving, but this time there was nothing left in his stomach. They made it to their apartment about a minute later. Goku stumbled inside and collapsed on the bed. Bulma got an empty trash can and set it next to him just in case. Satisfied that her friend would be okay once he slept it off, she turned toward the door.

"You ready?" Vegeta asked her. As she nodded, he picked her up this time one arm under her legs, the other around her back. The flight to her apartment was very quick. Her head rested on his shoulder and she appreciated the way it felt to be in such strong arms. They touched down on the balcony in front of her upstairs apartment and he set her down.

"Thanks for the lift. I really appreciate it." Vegeta nodded, but then he realized the beer's effect on him. He really needed to evacuate. He unzipped his pants and was about to relieve himself over the edge of the balcony when she realized what he was doing.

"Vegeta! Get your ass inside. I don't need you pissing on my neighbors." She grabbed his arm and pulled him into her apartment. She pointed to the bathroom before going into her bedroom to change. She came back out a few moments after he had completed his business, and she went to the kitchen to get a snack.

"You want a drink or something to eat before you go?" He nodded not really hearing a word she said. He had been feeling pretty good because of the beer, and the ride home had got his mind on things he would normally block out had he not been buzzed. That's not to say that he did not usually find her attractive. It's just that him feeling as loose as he was allowed him to admit to himself that he wanted her. He was leaning on the bar watching her as she made them each a drink, noting how her small white tank top fit her torso perfectly. Bulma knew he was watching her, and she liked it. She grinned as she turned to face her guest. Vegeta was shaken from his naughty thoughts by a drink being shoved in his face by the smiling blue haired beauty.

She held her drink up as if to toast and said, "Bottoms up." He was taken aback by the saying, but then noticed how she slammed whatever concoction she had made and followed suit. They both set their glasses on the bar and looked at each other for a moment, neither knowing quite what to say next. She broke the silence first.

"You want something to eat?" He shook his head. All his thoughts were on her: how she would taste, how she would feel. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to either take her right then or get the hell out of there, and his legs wouldn't budge. He quickly wrapped his strong arms around her waist and tasted those beautiful lips. Everything went into slow motion as he kissed her, those short moments seemingly lasting an eternity. They slowly pulled apart and his black eyes gazed into her sparkling blues, waiting.

Sorry, that's it this time around. You'll just have to wait for the good stuff.

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Next time: Bulma and Vegeta's affair begins, but what about Yamcha? What is

Oolong planning?