Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Frustrations ( Chapter 14 )

I would just like to say a few things before we proceed with this sexually frustrated chapter. Domo arigato for the reviews!!! That's the most I've ever gotten in one day. You guys rock! Ha, I know I'm a dork, and I'm proud of it! In reference to a couple of reviews I got, I would just like to clarify a few points. First off, I am a diehard fan of the Japanese version so I borrowed a little from it (Kakarotto, Mr. Satan, and Saiyajin) and the rest of the names are from the English version. I know I should have kept things consistent, but hey, I'm fickle. I'm a Libra and I can't help it. Maybe on my next endeavors I will aim for more consistency. As for the plot, well I've already stated that it pretty much doesn't have one. I started this story as a way to vent my frustrations at my job. I've tried to give it a story line, but let's face it, it's pretty weak and it basically deals with the everyday bullshit of life. This is my first fan fiction, so I'm experimenting as I go. I'm just hoping to entertain a few people along the way. To make up for such a long wait, I've made this chapter slightly longer than my usual ones. Sorry this note is so long. I'll shut up now.

WARNING: LEMON. Mature readers only, please.

Last time: Vegeta and Piccolo ran off the protesters. Bulma decided to close the store early and take everyone to eat since all the customers were scared away as well.

Chapter 13: Frustrations

Bulma was about to get in her car when Vegeta spoke up.

"It will take you twice as long to get there in that hunk of garbage you call technology. You can just fly with us." She had no time to object, because she was in his arms and in the air in a fraction of a second. Goku, Krillin, and Piccolo just looked at each other for a moment before taking off after them.

"Man, Vegeta must be hungry," Goku joked but was interrupted by his own growling stomach. He gave a weak laugh while sending an apologetic glance to his companions. Krillin just shook his head, and Piccolo rolled his eyes at the Saiyajin who was completely ruled by his digestive system.

The secret couple was flying quite a distance ahead of the others so that very little of her or her actions were in their line of sight. Bulma took advantage of the rare opportunity to be in such close proximity to him in the presence of others and contentedly rested her head against his shoulder. She was still aroused from her brief interaction earlier that evening in the backroom and grinned evilly when she decided that she shouldn't be the only one suffering. She began lightly running her fingertips over his pectoral muscles in a circular motion. He glanced down at her momentarily before focusing ahead once again. She continued her assault on his chest, gently applying more pressure with each pass. She felt his muscle jump when she purposely grazed his nipple. She shifted her head closer to his neck causing the tip of her nose to softly brush against his jaw and her breath to tickle his neck as she exhaled. She wiggled her other hand between them until it reached the object of her torture. She grinned mischievously as she ran the back of her hand against his quickly hardening length. Although his facial expression never changed, his unsteady breathing exposed her effect on him. He glanced down at her intent on halting her handiwork.

"Woman, I might just have to drop you if you don't quit that." Unfortunately the statement wasn't as intimidating as he would have liked, and Bulma smiled sweetly as she twisted her hand around to give his hardened glory a slight squeeze.

"Oh please, I didn't hear you complaining before. Besides it's not my fault you had to get me thinking about naughty things earlier then leave me unfulfilled."

"And what would you have liked me to do? Tell Baldy to hold on a few minutes while I fucked your brains out? With your luck, he'd probably just open the door and come in anyway, unless of course that was the whole point." She looked at him curiously. "So would you say that you're an exhibitionist?" he whispered in her ear, his voice oozing sexuality, causing her to lose all coherent thought. Two seconds later, the actual words hit her and she slapped him playfully in the chest. Krillin noticed that Piccolo looked as if he might vomit.

"Uh Piccolo, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Just then the restaurant came into view, and the group descended toward the parking lot. Upon landing, Vegeta quickly released Bulma and started for the entrance with the others right behind him. Krillin was the last one to the door and stopped to hold it open for her. She thanked him as she followed the group inside. The two Saiyajin already had a table in the upstairs loft and were in the process of ordering drinks when the rest made it up there.

"I want a beer," Vegeta ordered. Goku and Krillin both wanted the same. "Better make it a pitcher," he decided.

"I'll have some water," Piccolo said as the others looked at him strangely. Krillin decided that now would be a good time to lure him over to the beer side.

"No way, man. Have a beer with us." Piccolo frowned in uncertainty.

"Actually, I don't think that is such a good idea, guys. Alcohol dehydrates you, and since water is his only form of sustenance, it could be dangerous." Leave it to Bulma to be the voice of reason. The group looked at her as if she had intruded on the holiest of male conversations where any female input was not welcome. "Fine. Do whatever you want. See if I care." She threw her hands up in exasperation and decided to use the restroom. As soon as she was gone, they went back to harassing Piccolo.

"Drink one at least. I bet even Bulma will do that. You're not going to let a woman put you to shame, are you?" Krillin asked.

"You do have a point there. When she used to party a lot, she could put away some alcohol," Goku added. Piccolo glanced around the table of encouraging faces as he considered their argument. Krillin was giving him two thumbs up, Goku had his usual big, goofy grin, and Vegeta just nodded.

"Well, I suppose one can't hurt me," Piccolo said, although his voice still held a substantial level of uncertainty. The others smiled as they decided they better get two pitchers of beer to start off with instead.

"Hey I forgot about the food," Goku announced, earning a sweat drop from his company. They got up and went down to the buffet to grab their first round of barbeque, with the exception of Vegeta. He needed to rid his hands of all the disgusting human germs he acquired at work. When Piccolo realized this, he went down to the buffet as well in order to avoid the possibility of overhearing anymore revealing conversations.

When he was done washing his hands, Vegeta stopped outside the women's restroom that was right next door and assessed how many people were in there by feeling out ki. He grinned when he noticed it was only her. `Revenge for the flight over here will be nice indeed.' He glanced around to make sure no one would see him before sneaking inside. Bulma was washing her hands when she looked up at the mirror, only to find the Saiyajin no Ouji staring back at her. She turned around in shock.

"What the hell are you doing in here? What if someone sees you?" she asked as he slowly advanced upon her. The look in his eyes made her quickly forget what she was saying. It was that look that made her want to throw herself back and let him do any and everything to her that he could imagine. She was already leaning against the counter when he reached her. Vegeta placed a hand on the counter on each side of her and grinned at the object of his desire. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest it was beating so furiously. His mouth captured hers as he pressed against her with his taught muscular frame. Her arms latched onto his neck and pulled him closer. `You're in a public restroom for Kami's sake,' her mind reasoned, but her body wouldn't listen. It had its own priorities to take care of.

The forceful passion of his lips made his need for her painfully obvious. His hands left the bathroom countertop to unbutton her pants. He slid the clothing of her lower half down below her knees, leaving them there, and stepped over them so that he was standing between her legs with her bound ankles encircling him. He quickly dropped his own pants and pulled her legs up to waist level. He wasted no time with foreplay as he quickly thrust inside of her. His mouth was still on hers thankfully, as it muffled the volume of her moans. She finally pulled away from his mouth as she threw her head back in ecstasy, her lungs taking in some much needed oxygen.

"Woman." It was not what he said that bothered her. It was the lack of feeling behind it. Instead of coming out as the usual strained groan, it was completely devoid of any emotion.

"Woman." This time it sounded annoyed. `What the hell?'

"Bulma!" She was startled out of her little pornographic daydream that time. She blinked a few times and realized she was still standing in front of the sink with the water running. She looked up into the mirror to see Vegeta staring back at her. She almost laughed at the feeling of deja vu.

"I came in here wondering if you required any….assistance, and instead I find you catatonic in front of the sink," he said not attempting to hide his amusement in the situation. She quickly turned the sink off and dried her hands with a paper towel before turning to face him.

"I guess I'm hungrier than I realized," Bulma offered indifferently, trying to downplay her embarrassment for spacing out for a while. He raised an eyebrow at her skeptically before turning to leave.

"Are you coming?" he asked. She nodded in reply and met him at the doorway, slightly irritated that he hadn't taken advantage of their privacy in the ladies' room.

Bulma peeked her head out of the bathroom to make sure no one was looking, especially not their coworkers. Luckily they weren't back yet, so the two went over to their table where two cold pitchers of beer were waiting for them. Bulma poured a glass and drank almost half of it in one big gulp. Just then Krillin walked up with a big plate of ribs.

"Hey I was wondering what happened to you two," he said with a smile as he sat down.

"Well, I thought I'd get a glass of beer before you pigs guzzled it all," she replied with a bigger smile. Vegeta was about to go get his first plate, when Goku came back with a huge pile of food accompanied by Piccolo who had no food of course.

"Hey Vegeta, they're cooking more ribs, in case that's what you were wanting. It'll be a few minutes before they're ready."

"Let me guess. You cleaned out the buffet?" Goku's grin got even bigger as he affirmed his roommate's suspicions with a nod. Vegeta rolled his eyes, completely unsurprised by the fact.

"So Piccolo, you checking out the food to see what all you're missing?" Bulma inquired earning a slightly uncomfortable expression from the Namekseijin.

"Just giving you two some privacy," he mumbled under his breath.

"Huh?"

He cleared his throat, trying to think up something to counter his slip. "I said mostly out of curiosity." It was obvious that their affair was not yet public knowledge otherwise everyone at work would have been harassing them about it, and he really didn't care to be the one to expose it. `Time to get back to the food,' he decided. "Anyway, I don't know how you people can consume that nasty, greasy crap," he said in utter disgust.

"Well, I'm going to get a nasty, greasy barbeque stuffed potato," she explained as she started walking toward the stairs. Vegeta decided to go see what was left on the buffet, intent on threatening the lives of the cooks if it were not adequately stocked. By that time Goku and Krillin had begun to eat while Piccolo eyed the pitcher of beer warily. This did not go unnoticed by the short man who promptly poured a glass for the green alien and then himself.

Vegeta thoroughly inspected his dinner options. The ribs that the others had loaded up on appeared to be more bone than anything else and decided not to waste his time with those. The sliced beef looked pretty good so he piled quite a bit onto his plate. He came across some off white mush that had little chunks of unidentifiable something in it and smelled just awful.

"Not eating that shit," he said to the potato salad. After scanning all the side dishes, he concluded that the only edible food there was the meat. He grabbed quite a few chicken fried steaks and some sausage links as Bulma walked up to him with her plate.

"So, what are you doing later?" she whispered in his ear. He shrugged as he continued piling meat on his plate. "You could come over when we're done here." His ear twitched slightly under her tickling, warm breath.

"I don't know," he replied playfully. "I mean Kakarotto and I had planned on sitting on our asses watching those retarded movies you humans seem to find so entertaining." She was met with a cocky grin when she backed up in order to look at him.

"Oh? Well, I bet he wouldn't mind if you cancelled on him. Something tells me you wouldn't really enjoy it much anyway. Not compared to what I have planned for you." She winked at him before turning to go back to the table.

`She is persistent. That's for sure. Well, it's understandable that she can't live without me,' he thought as he followed her back upstairs. Bulma had sat down at the end of the table. Krillin was next to Piccolo to ensure he was getting enough to drink, so Vegeta took the seat next to Goku who had already finished his first plate of food. He left the plate full of bones on the table to everyone's dismay as he went downstairs to get his second plate.

"Come on already. Drink it while it's still cold," Krillin instructed his green alien companion. Piccolo picked up the glass and stared at its golden contents a few moments before bringing it to his lips. He took a tiny sip, swishing it in his mouth before he swallowed it.

"It's….different," he said with a twisted look on his face. The other three at the table just laughed.

"That's okay. The first time I drank it, I thought, `This must be what piss tastes like,'" Bulma stated. Vegeta glared at her for sharing a bit too much information.

"And that's supposed to make me feel better about consuming this?"

"Hey, I already said that I don't think you should, but since when do you guys listen to anyone except each other?" She smiled as she took a large drink from her own beer. Piccolo looked back to his own beverage. `It's just one glass. I can do this,' he reassured himself before taking a big gulp. He set the glass back down on the table and shuddered.

"Yeah, that's the way to do it," Krillin cheered from behind his pork rib. Vegeta just shook his head at his strange company and began eating his small mountain of food. Goku sat back down with another plate; this time he had shrimp, fish, and stuffed crab. His roommate seems quite interested in this new assortment.

"Where'd you get that?" he asked.

"There's a second buffet downstairs on the other side. It has nothing but seafood," he replied as he stuffed two fish patties in his mouth at once. Vegeta quickly finished off his plate and went downstairs to get some seafood.

Not much later…

Bulma and Krillin were completely stuffed. Goku and Vegeta were still eating, but had begun to slow their pace somewhat, indicating that they would be close to finished fairly soon. Piccolo was done with his one glass of beer but had barely finished half it when he started feeling the effects of the alcohol. He was quietly observing his coworkers with great interest. Bulma was still sipping her current glass of beer, occasionally brushing the stray strands of hair out of her face. She would watch Vegeta quite often, not even realizing that someone else was witnessing this. He almost laughed at the thought. He then turned his attention to Krillin sitting next to him. He looked almost as bored as Bulma as he watched the alien garbage disposals pack more and more food into their colossal stomachs. The short man noticed him looking at him.

"So how ya feeling Piccolo?" He lightly punched the green alien in the shoulder, knocking him off the chair. He lied on the floor, noticing the visible rafters on the ceiling and wondering how it was he could see the ceiling when he wasn't looking up. It was then that the laughter picked up by his ears was actually registered by his brain. He blinked a few times before being hauled onto his feet by Krillin.

"Oh shit you guys. He's trashed!" he yelled, unable to withhold the hilarity of the situation. Piccolo's eyes rolled lazily around in his head as he stood, leaning on Krillin so that he wouldn't end up on the floor again.

"Damn it, I told you guys it was a bad idea for him to drink. Someone needs to take him home. Are you two done eating yet?"

"Yeah, give us just a few more minutes," Goku answered with a mouth full of fried shrimp.

"Alright. I'll be outside. I need a cigarette." She went downstairs and paid the cashier before going outside to smoke.

"When did she start smoking again?" Goku asked before shoving the last of his food in his mouth. Krillin just shrugged and Piccolo started laughing. He turned out to be one of those happy drunks; the ones that find every single thing to be utterly hilarious.

Bulma sat on a wooden bench outside the restaurant enjoying one of her addictions. The other was still inside stuffing his face. She was trying to figure out a way to get him to herself without the others becoming suspicious. `Damn, I need to end it with Yamcha then it won't matter if anyone finds out.' She hated to admit that she hadn't even thought of her boyfriend in quite a while, and although she still felt a bit of guilt for cheating on him, she didn't regret it at all. If anything it was good that it happened. At least it helped her realize that she wasn't in love with him anymore. Her thoughts turned once again to her secret infatuation. `So how am I going to get Vegeta away from the others?'

A few minutes later, her four companions exited the restaurant. Vegeta had a look of pure disgust on his face, and the other two just laughed as Piccolo continued to sing nursery rhymes in his native language. Bulma raised an eyebrow at the sight before her.

"Is he going to be able to fly at all?" she asked.

"Well, probably but I think he'll need some help getting home," Goku stated.

"Oooh, a firefly. Heh heh. His butt lights up," Piccolo slurred as he sat down on the bench.

"How weird can one night be?" Bulma mumbled as she shook her head. "Okay, I think it's time to go now." With that, she started walking into the parking lot. Vegeta and Krillin followed her as Goku helped Piccolo off the bench.

"Piccolo, can you fly?" Goku asked, but his question was ignored. The green man had begun singing again and was oblivious to the world around him. To make matters worse, the alien had started dancing to his horrific songs. Goku just rolled his eyes at the absurd display.

"Hey Vegeta, you're gonna have to help me with him. He's huge, has a cape, and now he's trying to dance. I don't think I'll be able to hold onto him the whole way to his house."

"Hell no! It's not my fault he's drunk off his ass. Get Baldy to do it. He's the one who got him drinking in the first place."

"Hey, don't blame it all on me. I didn't hear you trying to talk him out of it," Krillin shot back.

"Would you two quit arguing already? I want to go home," Bulma yelled.

"Of course! How could we ever forget what you want," Vegeta replied sarcastically.

"Well I'd be in my car and on my way home right now if someone hadn't decided to carry me over here!"

"Will everyone please shut up?!" This time Goku was the one screaming. "Look we've had a long night. Let's just get out of here, okay? Krillin can help me with Piccolo and Vegeta can take Bulma back to her car. Is that okay with everyone?" He glanced around the group of coworkers who were beginning to smile. Bulma was the first one to start laughing. "What is so funny?" Goku asked her.

"You yelling at everyone." She burst into a fit of giggles, and soon everyone else had joined in.

"So, are we ready to leave or what?" Goku asked. Everyone nodded. "Okay Krillin, you get his feet." Goku grabbed him under the arms and they were ready to go. Piccolo saw Vegeta pick up Bulma and started laughing. Everyone ignored him until he started talking.

"Hey you know those two are just wanting some quality time together," Piccolo stated as he raised his eyebrow suggestively. He thought he was whispering, but all four of them heard it. Bulma's eyes almost popped out of her head. Vegeta started laughing, and Goku and Krillin just looked at him like he was nuts.

"Man, you really are wasted. Those two…. Together?..." Krillin trailed off into a fit of laughter. Goku just shook his head as they finally took to the air. Bulma and Vegeta took off in the opposite direction. As soon as they were a distance away, she turned to him.

"How the hell does he know about us?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's nothing more than him being drunk and delirious," he offered.

"Maybe but he really sounded convinced."

"I don't really want them in my business either, but what would it really matter if they found out?"

"For them I guess it doesn't." `Except that I haven't had the opportunity to break it off with Yamcha yet, and I don't really want everyone to know that I've been cheating on him.' "But I could lose my job if Mr. Satan found out."

"And who is going to tell him? Everyone in that store hates him, and they all like you. I doubt anyone would want to get you fired. Besides I thought you hated that job anyway."

"I do, but I don't really want to find another one at the moment." He shook his head in annoyance.

"Quit worrying about it already. We're back." They landed next to her car, and he set her down on her feet. She left her arms around his neck as she stared into his beautifully dark eyes.

"Come with me," she said in almost a whisper before pressing her lips against his. His arms wound around her waist as he kissed her back. When he finally released her, Vegeta walked around to the passenger side of her car and waited.

"Well, are we going or not?" he asked in his usual impatient manner. Bulma could only laugh as she got in the car and unlocked his door.

Sorry to cut it off here, but I'm at 9 pages already and if I don't stop here, it could go on for another 9 pages. I'll just end it here and update with ch 14 soon. Sound fair?

Next time: Lemon of course, with a side dish of strange packages from stalkers? Could get interesting.

Thanks for the review!