Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Confrontations ( Chapter 10 )

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Chapter 9: Confrontations

Bulma turned back to Krillin as Goku left the store. "So what did you want to tell me?"

A tiny bead of sweat began its journey down over his temple. He looked into her concerned eyes and he just couldn`t do it, not yet.

"I was wondering when you were planning on telling me that you knew about the incident in the backroom? Goku and Vegeta definitely enjoyed harassing me about it at the party. You could have at least warned me that they knew."

"Oh man I'm sorry. It wasn't my place to tell Vegeta. I was a little shocked when I saw it, and I told him without thinking. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that he told Goku. But hey, what the hell were you thinking doing that at work? What if someone had walked in on you? Didn't that ever cross your mind?" He thought about it for a moment before shrugging.

"I guess I was a little too caught up in it."

"Yeah, I guess so." She shook her head, still not being able to believe that they had done that. Krillin chuckled a little. He was just thankful he wasn't going to get fired over it.

Goku walked toward his apartment and the pizza delivery guy walked past him. `Damn, what I wouldn`t give for a pizza right now.' When he got inside, he saw Vegeta sitting on the couch with his back to him, blocking his view of something on the coffee table. He stepped to the side and saw it. There on the table in all its steaming glory was the most mouthwatering, freshly cooked pizza a deprived Saiyajin ever laid eyes on. Goku was already drooling.

"Where'd that come from?"

"Pizza Village," Vegeta mumbled past the mouthful of food. Goku rolled his eyes at his roommate.

"No shit. How'd you pay for it?"

"I took some free rental coupons from work the other day. I had to give the guy ten of them for the pizza, though. Stingy bastard."

"You're gonna share aren't you?" he asked as he wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. Vegeta sighed.

"I suppose. I don't really feel like disposing of your rotting, smelly carcass because I let you die of starvation."

"It's good to know you care so much," Goku sarcastically stated as he sat down on the couch and grabbed a piece of pizza. He ate it slowly, savoring every bit of its deliciousness. Vegeta glared at him before turning back to his piece.

"Whatever. Where did you go anyway? I thought you were too hung over to move."

"I got some games for later. I'm gonna kick your ass tonight." Vegeta nearly choked as he started laughing.

"We'll see Kakarotto. I doubt you could even beat Bulma's lame ass boyfriend." Vegeta cringed at the thought of him. He really hated Yamcha. He shoved another piece of pizza in his mouth and tried to think of anything else.

Bulma got off work around 1AM and went home. So far she hadn't come up with any kind of solution for her situation yet and unfortunately couldn't get it out of her head. She needed to relax and could only think of two things that would calm her nerves; however, one was the source of her stress. Well she could always please herself, but even that seemed like too much of a chore tonight. That only left her other option, so she grabbed a beer out of the fridge. She changed clothes and hopped in the computer chair, beer in hand, and proceeded to spend her usual quality time with her beloved computer.

She woke up the next morning very aroused from her steamy dream and slammed her fist into the pillow. "I can't even sleep without Vegeta invading my thoughts." She hopped in the shower where she finally gave in to her need for release. With that out of the way, she got dressed and ate some breakfast. She looked at the clock and realized it was already after noon. `Shit I need to get this over with before Goku gets back.'

Bulma grabbed her keys and left. By the time she pulled into the parking lot of Vegeta's apartment complex, her palms were sweaty, and the butterflies in her stomach were having a party. She sat in the car about 10 minutes or so trying to get control of herself. She thought about the importance of her task, so with newfound determination, she got out of the car and walked to his apartment. She picked her hand up to knock, but it hung in the air a few seconds before obeying her commands to hit the door.

Vegeta opened the door and was surprised to see her, although he did not let on. He turned and walked back into the living room, leaving her standing there for a few seconds with the door wide open. She shook her head as she went inside and shut the door behind her. He grabbed his usual spot on the couch, so Bulma sat on the chair across from him and took a deep breath.

"So," she started. "We need to talk." He only nodded, and she cast her eyes at the floor.

"Right," she said under her breath. "Well, I just wanted to say that uh….I think we can both agree that what happened the other night wouldn't have had we not been drinking, so we should just forget that it ever happened." He just sat there as he thought about it. That was not what he had expected. He wasn't really sure how she would react to all this, but this wasn`t a possibility he had considered or maybe he just hadn't wanted to. He was quiet for a few minutes trying to find the words and shrugged.

"If that's what you want," was his only reply. Her eyebrows wrinkled in confusion first at the tone of the statement but then at the implication. 'I don't know what I want,' she thought. His intense stare felt like it was going to burn a hole right through her. 'Could he want more from this or is it just the sex?' Wondering was going to get her nowhere.

"Vegeta, what do you want from me?" She didn't think the intensity of his eyes could increase, but it did.

"I don't want anything from you woman," he said as he stood up and walked toward the kitchen. She got up and walked toward him. He had his back to her and his arms crossed over his chest.

"Vegeta?" He flinched slightly when she placed her hand on his shoulder. When he didn't respond, Bulma turned toward the door. "I guess I'll leave now," she stated softly as her emotions were getting the best of her again, but she wasn't quite sure why she was upset.

Her exit came to a halt when two arms wrapped around her waist from behind. "Do you really want to leave?" His breath was tickling her ear, and she could feel the goose bumps erupt. He moved her hair to the side and started kissing the back of her neck. Bulma closed her eyes and let herself melt in his embrace. Her bliss ended when he abruptly pulled away and spun her around to look her in the eyes.

"Do you really want to leave, to pretend that nothing happened?" The seriousness in his voice surprised her as did her reaction.

"No." As soon as it left her lips, he kissed her, roughly pulling her to him as he lost himself in her. Her arms wrapped around his neck for a short while, before traveling to his waist. She tried to pull his shirt off, but to get it over his head, she had to pull away from the kiss which proved to be a difficult task. He finally released her so she could discard of the article. His hands began to explore her body as she kissed his neck. He shuddered and his eyes went half lidded when she licked up his jaw line. He quickly grew tired of the material separating him from her silky skin. He pulled her shirt off and nibbled on her shoulder while he tried to unclasp her bra. She was running her hands over his back, loving how each muscle flexed with every slight movement he made.

Moments later, her bra dropped to the floor and his hands began teasing her breasts while his mouth assaulted her neck and slowly trailed lower. She moaned as he took one nipple in his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue. Her hands locked in his hair as if to prevent him from leaving that spot. He then sucked on it hard, causing her to squeal. He looked up at her flushed face and grinned. She grinned back mischievously before pushing his head lower. He raised an eyebrow at her forwardness, and started tugging her shorts off, along with her underwear while his tongue drew circles on her stomach. She leaned against the front door for stability as he lifted one leg over his shoulder and kissed the inside of her thigh.

Bulma groaned as he teased her, planting hot, wet kisses everywhere except where she wanted. Her insides were on fire. Damn, she needed him. Her aroma was so intoxicating that he couldn't wait anymore. She gasped when she felt his mouth on her. His hand trailed up her thigh and he inserted two fingers while his tongue teased her clit. He glanced up to find her massaging her breasts, stopping to pinch her nipples occasionally. He watched in awe of how her actions were turning him on so much. The one leg she was standing on began to get very shaky. This broke his trance, and he pulled away from her. She protested despite the fact that she could barely stand, but he pulled her down to the floor with him once he had removed the rest of his clothes.

Vegeta crawled on top of her, gently pushing her onto her back in the process as he licked her navel, then the valley between her breasts, and finally her neck. He kissed her deeply as he entered her. Her legs instantly clamped around him in what would have been a death grip to anyone else, but it didn't bother him. She broke the kiss and stared into his eyes, watching her effects on him. He kissed her forehead as he increased his rate of thrusting. She had one hand in his hair, pulling it a little when the ecstasy was too much. Her other hand had latched onto his tail and was stroking it softly, causing his groans to become louder. She loved to hear him. Those animalistic sounds he made were a huge turn on for her. In addition to the tail stimulation, her ragged breath on his neck was driving him crazy.

Deciding to change tactics, he sat up a little and pulled one of her legs from his waist, and she thought he was going to toss it over his shoulder. He stopped though with it in front of his face as he kissed the inside of her ankle. He trailed up her calf and started softly licking the back of her knee. It tickled at first, but then it seemed every pour on her body became a pleasure center. Every touch made her tingle. He continued slowly moving inside her as he worked on her leg. Her moans were growing louder every second. Bulma couldn't believe something as nonsexual as a knee could be so erotic.

His tail was lightly brushing over her side, occasionally tickling her breasts. She was about to go over the edge when he stopped suddenly and flipped her over onto her stomach. Vegeta pulled her onto her hands and knees as he penetrated her from behind. His moans grew louder when he grabbed her hips and started slamming into her roughly. He reached one hand around her waist and slid it down to her clitoris. He began massaging it increasing the pressure on it as he increased the speed of his thrusts. Bulma tightened her muscles around him, and was rewarded with ragged words spoken in his native language. He responded by shifting his fingers into overdrive. She was no longer able to suppress her orgasm, nor did she want to. He slammed in her even harder as they came in unison. His yelling and her screaming were easily audible to the neighbor who happened to walk by outside.

Bulma collapsed on the floor once he withdrew. He sat back and watched her lie there, ribs expanding with each intake of breath. She rolled over onto her back and her eyes focused on him. The intense angry look was gone, and she couldn't help but smile.

"What?" he asked as his eyes narrowed and his tail flicked over the ticklish part of her foot.

"Oh nothing, I just…" Her eyes grew wide when she saw the clock on the VCR. "Shit!"

"What?"

"Goku gets off work in a little bit. I don't want to have to explain this to him right now, okay? I gotta go." He pulled on his shorts and watched as she threw on her clothes as fast as she could. When she was done, she met his gaze and smiled.

"I guess I'll see you later then?" His reply was a nod and a grin. She waved as she closed the door behind her. As she walked across the balcony to the steps, she passed the neighbor that had overheard them only moments ago. He was smoking a cigarette, and Bulma couldn't help but ask if she could bum one from him. He nodded and held the pack up to her. She took one and he lit it for her.

"Thanks, man," she said before going down the steps toward her car. A few minutes later, Vegeta came out of his apartment to take a bag of trash to the dumpster. The man shook his head as Vegeta walked past him and down the steps.

`That is one lucky asshole,' he thought.

As Yamcha left the baseball field, he noticed the woman was still watching him from the stands. He thought it was a little strange, since security normally prevented people from entering the stadium during their practices. 'Maybe she's a friend of the coach or something.' He shrugged it off and went to the locker room to take a shower before heading home. As he walked out into the parking lot, he sensed someone watching him. He turned around to find the woman from the stands walking toward him.

"Yamcha, you didn't call me. I'm very disappointed." The playfulness in her voice had a strange undertone that made him very uncomfortable.

"Um, have we met?" The fury shown in her eyes for just a second before she shook her head at his forgetfulness.

"Yamcha, Yamcha. What am I going to do with you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You didn't really think I'd just let you fuck me and then forget about me, hmm? What kind of girl do you take me for anyway?"

`Shit. This must be the girl from Krillin's party,' he decided. "What do you want?"

"Well, you of course," she declared as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Look, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea the other night. Unfortunately I don't even remember what happened, and I wish I had no part in it. I have a girlfriend who I love more than anything, and…" he trailed off as he got on his motorcycle. "I'm sorry. I've got to go." With that he took off, leaving the strange woman alone in the parking lot to boil in her own rage.

"Oh Yamcha, this is far from over," she said to herself as she turned and began walking in the opposite direction.

Yamcha got home to find Krillin waiting on his porch. `Shit, today just keeps getting better.' "Hey Krillin, what's up?"

"We need to talk."

"Doesn't everyone. Come on in." They went inside and Yamcha grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge as Krillin sat at the kitchen table unconsciously rubbing his head. "Look Krillin, I already know what you're going to say so you might as well save it."

"Man, you need to tell her and soon."

"Damn it. I don't even know if anything happened. Why would I want to get her pissed at me for nothing?" he explained even though he was seriously doubting his innocence at this point.

"Because if you were so trashed that you can't even remember if you had sex with her, do you think you actually took the time to worry about a condom? Highly unlikely. Shit man, what if you caught something? Bulma deserves to know." Yamcha was quiet as this sunk in. All the evidence was going straight where he did not want it to. First he woke up naked in the guest room to Krillin kicking him in the side, yelling about how he couldn`t believe what he had done. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember anything after Bulma left with Goku and Vegeta. Then there was the woman at practice today; apparently something had happened. To top it all off, he had a point with the condom remark. With Bulma being on the pill, it had been over a year since he had even bought any, let alone carry any with him.

"Hey I don't want to be the one to tell her. She should hear it from you, but if you won't do it, I will."

"Damn it. Why can't you just stay out of this?" Krillin got up and walked to the door.

"She's my friend also. Just tell her or I will." With that, he left. Yamcha sat down in one of the chairs and leaned back with his hands on his head.

"This is not going to be pretty," he said to himself as he thought about all the ways Bulma would try to kill him.

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