Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Time for a Shower! ( Chapter 19 )

Yet another pointless chapter…

Warning: Toilet humor, literally. Well, maybe not humor. I guess it's a matter of opinion. This chapter is not for the squeamish. Do not read if you just ate or are currently eating. O_o And what the hell, how 'bout some LEMON! ^.~

Chapter 18: Time for a Shower!

Last time: Bulma and Vegeta worked out their issues, but there are still several hours left until time to leave work.

Bulma and Vegeta exited the back room, and his nose wrinkled. 'Damn, it stinks. Can't they do that at home instead,' he wondered as he realized the stench was coming from the customer bathroom. The two made their way back up to the front of the store and went about their tasks. Vegeta went back to putting movies up, while Bulma sat down behind the desk to go through her project list. She had just pulled out all her paperwork when Krillin interrupted her.

"Hey, can we talk for a minute?" he asked.

"Sure. What's up?" she asked as he sat down and gained his nerve.

"Well, it has to do with Yamcha," he began and stopped when he saw a sad smile spread across her face.

"If it's about that girl at the party, I already know. I broke up with him earlier." Relief instantly washed over him.

"I told him that he needed to tell you. I was going to do it if he didn't," Krillin explained. "I'm glad he did, though. You deserved to hear it from him." Bulma's smile quickly dissolved.

"He didn't tell me. Someone sent me a picture of the two of them together. He might have planned on telling me, I don't know, but I confronted him about it first."

"Oh Bulma, I'm sorry," he said as he pulled her into a hug.

"Don't worry about it. It was a slap in the face, but I was already planning on breaking up with him before all this mess," she replied with a smile. "Thanks though." He nodded as he got up.

"You know I'm here for you," he said before going back to his computer.

While Bulma was behind the desk talking to Krillin, Marron cornered Vegeta at the other end of the counter. He was checking in a stack of tapes when she brushed up against him as she leaned on the counter.

"Hey." He ignored her and continued with what he was doing. Well Marron was not one to take being ignored lightly. She leaned in closer to him so that her breast was pressed against his arm. He glanced down at the intrusion of his personal space before his eyes journeyed up to her face and smirked.

"I guess you need glasses as well as a new brain. I am not your bald friend, so remove yourself from my arm before I'm forced to do it." Marron laughed as she backed up off him.

"So I guess there is something between you and Bulma after all," she said with a smile.

"A little presumptuous, don't you think, just because I don't want you all over me." That confused her.

"Presa-what? Never mind." She shook her head. "I'm not completely stupid, especially when it comes to these types of things. I've seen the way you two look at each other," the ditsy, blue-haired woman retorted. He cocked an eyebrow. 'She's more observant than I gave her credit for.'

"What do you care?" he asked, and Marron shrugged.

"Just curious as to whether or not you were off limits." She quirked her eyebrows suggestively for good measure, and he pretended that he did not just see that.

"Right well, even if I weren't 'off limits' as you put it, what makes you think I'd waste my time with you?"

"I love a challenge, and you'd have a hard time ignoring me." Vegeta laughed at that, though she wasn't sure if he was insulting her or not. When his ability to speak returned, he decided to leave her with one last thought before putting up the stack of movies he just checked in.

"I guess it's a good thing I'm off limits then." Marron's jaw dropped. 'I didn't think he would just admit it like that. It kind of takes the fun out of it.'

Things were fairly uneventful for the next hour. Bulma was repricing the clearance items, Vegeta was checking in the returns, and the others took care of the customers. Her temporary contentment would soon end though a little while later when she walked back to the counter. She was greeted by Krillin's smiling face staring back at her. 'Okay, what's going on,' the manager thought as her eyebrow crept up.

"What?"

"I think the customer toilet is having some problems," he said.

"Like what?"

"You'd have to see it to know what I'm talking about," the bald man stated as he tossed her the bathroom key. She sighed as she turned to go examine the damage. As Bulma got closer to the bathroom, a smell began to assault her nose and got stronger the closer she got to her destination. 'That can't be good.' When she got there, she did not notice the mud-like smudge in the carpet. She opened the door and was almost knocked over. The smell was so strong, it hurt to breathe. "Oh Kami," she groaned upon opening her eyes. All over the floor were streaks of liquid feces as if someone had possibly slipped in it or something.

Some teenage customers walked past the open bathroom and burst into a fit of laughter at the gruesome sight. Bulma glared at them with a look that would be best interpreted as, 'I'll throw you in here if you don't shut the hell up.' She took another deep breath before turning back to the disaster area. Her vision fell upon the toilet, and she almost gagged. It looked like someone had unrolled a whole roll of toilet paper and stuffed it in the toilet before relieving themselves on top of it. Not only was there a mountain of excrement in the toilet, but it was also all over the seat and the handicap railing on the wall.

"Of all the repugnant things I could get stuck dealing with tonight, this just had to be one of them," she complained as she closed the bathroom door and walked back up to the front of the store. Krillin noticed her barely subdued anger but still couldn't keep from laughing.

"I guess you saw it, huh?" he choked out between snickers. Bulma pretended not to hear him as she pulled a sheet of paper out of the printer and grabbed a permanent marker. Vegeta walked by right as she finished her sign for the bathroom door and started choking when he was hit by the smell clinging to her.

"Goddamn, woman!" he exclaimed as he retreated to the other end of the counter to save his delicate sense of smell. She rolled her eyes as she grabbed the tape and headed back toward the disaster at the back of the store.

"They don't pay me enough," she mumbled. Once the out of order sign was in place, Bulma went to bum some perfume from one of the other women there. Luckily Marron was able to help her out with a bottle of pear scented something. She didn't care what it was as long as it drowned out the smell of shit that was stuck in her nose and, judging by Vegeta's reaction, stuck to her as well. Once she was comfortably covered in the fruity spray, she went outside for a much deserved cigarette break.

She sat down on the curb, ignoring the customers that were entering and exiting the store. 'Annoying bastards! What the hell am I doing? I should've left this place a long time ago. I could have another job tomorrow if I wanted.' She sighed, not sure what it was that always kept her there every single time she considered leaving. She flicked the cigarette butt out into the parking lot and laughed as it rolled into the crater. 'Damn this place,' she thought with a smile as she got up and walked toward the door.

Bulma was not expecting the strange sight in front of her when she entered the store. Two customers were arguing in front of the counter, oblivious to the world around them. Three employees were still checking people out; although their attention was clearly not on the customers they were helping but instead on the pair arguing. Vegeta, on the other hand, didn't even bother with customers. He was too busy laughing his head off.

"What the hell is going on?" Vegeta was disturbed from his entertainment, and turned to his boss/lover who was looking at him expectantly.

"Well if you must know," he began as if her inquiry were the most inconvenient thing in the world. "They both wanted the same movie. We only had one copy, and I don't know who was waiting first. They've both been here a while, so I threw it on the floor and told them to fight it out. I didn't think they would really do it." Bulma was dumbfounded.

"Vegeta…" She didn't even finish her thought. She shook her head and walked to the other end of the counter. 'Another fucking mess I'm stuck cleaning up,' she complained. Grabbing the stack of free rental coupons, she walked back over to the quarrelling couple. It took some convincing, but after giving each a free rental for the inconvenience, the man decided he would rather have the two additional free rentals over the movie he had been waiting for.

"Excuse me." Krillin turned away from the difficult customers to the one in front of him. "Can I get an application?"

"Membership or employment?"

"Employment," the guy answered. Krillin pointed toward the entrance to the store.

"You have to do it electronically. Over by the door, there's a computer station that you have to type everything in at." The guy appeared to be irritated by the idea. "If you don't want to do that, you can apply over the internet," he offered.

"You don't have the paper kind?"

"No." The customer finally left to go fill out the application, and Krillin just shook his head in annoyance. "Next customer please," he yelled.

Bulma was mentally drained from the bizarre evening, so when the guy came over to ask her for help with the electronic application station, she could no longer bite her sarcastic tongue.

"It tells you exactly how to work it, but if you can't figure it out, then you don't need to work here in the first place." The guy on the other side of the counter looked shocked for a moment before anger took over.

"Like I want to work at a place that stinks like shit anyway," he yelled as he stormed out of the store. Vegeta was equally surprised by her harsh words and decided to see what was going on. He leaned up against the counter next to her.

"I thought I was the one that was supposed to be rude to the customers, and you were the one to try to fix it," he said in a playful tone. Bulma glanced at him for a second and went back to organizing the games on the counter.

"Well, he wasn't a customer, not that I care at this point."

"Rough night?" he asked with a chuckle. Bulma rolled her eyes, but never ceased working on her task.

"You know damn well what kind of shit I've had to deal with tonight."

"Exactly, it's all shit." She stopped what she was doing and glanced up at him, not quite sure what he was getting at. Her confusion was not missed by him. "You shouldn't let it get to you. This place, these people, none of it really matters. If you just deal with things and not worry about them later, you'll be a lot happier." She was amazed, not at the words, but at the fact that it was him that said them. Vegeta, concerned for her mental state? Tonight just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

"I know I shouldn't get upset about it, but it's just not that easy. At least it's not too much longer 'til closing. I can't wait to go home and take a nice long bath to get the smell of pear and crap off of me," she stated as she went back to the games in front of her. A devious spark danced in his eyes, and his lips curled into his classic smirk.

"Yes, woman you definitely reek." She glared at him. "Of course you might need some assistance washing you back. If you ask nicely, I supposed I could do you that favor." Bulma allowed herself a half-hearted laugh as her frustration was slowly leaving her.

"Maybe," was all she said before walking off with a stack of games.

Launch had been watching the two all night, still curious as to what was going on between them, and she had not missed this brief exchange. Although she was too far away to hear what they were saying, their body language clearly exposed a certain chemistry between them. 'Interesting,' she thought. As soon as Bulma returned from putting up the games, she decided to ask her. "So, how are things with Yamcha?"

"We broke up."

"Oh. I'm sorry," she replied.

"Don't be. I'm not."

"Moving on already, huh?"

"What if I am?" she asked with a devilish grin.

"Then I say good for you. I just wonder if you should pick such a volatile person as your rebound man." Bulma stiffened at that comment.

"I am not on the rebound. I wasn't in love with Yamcha. The break up wasn't ugly, and whatever I want to do with whoever is really none of your business," she snapped.

"Whoa, calm down. I didn't mean to upset you. If you're happy, then I'm happy for you." Launch smiled, and Bulma relaxed. She grabbed another stack of games and left to put them up, wondering why everyone couldn't just leave her alone tonight.

Closing time was soon upon them, and Bulma was extremely grateful as she locked the door. Once her closing duties were done, she decided she should leave a note for Popo, warning him of the condition of the customer bathroom. By that time, the others had been finished straightening the store and were sitting around waiting for her. When she was done, they left the store, and Vegeta followed Bulma to her car. Marron and Launch exchanged a knowing glance, but Krillin was confused. He watched in wonder as his friend drove off with the arrogant prince.

"What's wrong with you?" Marron asked, slightly annoyed that he seemed so bothered by seeing the two together.

"I'm just surprised. Do you think they're actually together?" This only fueled her irritation.

"Yeah, but why do you care?" Krillin finally picked up on the jealousy in her voice and smiled.

"I'm just shocked that what Piccolo said was actually true." Marron looked at him questioningly. "He tried to tell me and Goku last night, but we didn't believe him. We figured it was just because he was drunk."

"Wait a minute; you got Piccolo drunk last night?" The bald man chuckled and nodded.

"Come on. I'll tell you all about it."

Bulma got to her apartment a little after 2 AM. First thing she headed for the shower, followed by Vegeta. She turned the hot water on and tossed her smelly work clothes to the bathroom floor. She slipped into the shower and had already begun vigorously scrubbing herself by the time he got in with her. Vegeta grabbed her hand and took the lathered puff from her. She smiled to herself when she realized that he was in fact keeping his promise to wash her back. When he was done, he spun her around to face him and began gently washing her front as the water rinsed her back.

Their eyes locked, taking in the beauty of the moment. Two completely opposite beings, dripping with water, peering into each other's souls as the connection between them was mutually acknowledged. The trance was broken when Bulma wiped a drop of water off his eyebrow. He blinked and then grinned slightly as her hand lowered, grazing his cheek before resting on his shoulder.

She kissed him, tangling her hands in his hair as she pressed herself against him. The puff was dropped to the shower floor, forgotten, and he backed her up against the cool shower wall. Vegeta gripped her hip with one hand, while the other was lightly brushing up and down her side, causing her to giggle slightly. He quit tickling her and moved his hand up to cup her breast, kneading it as his tongue explored hers.

He broke the kiss to trail down her neck. He lightly nipped her shoulder before running his tongue up her neck and then back down. He heard the soft thud of her head banging against the wall when he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it to attention before flicking it with his tongue. She sucked in a quick breath when Vegeta grazed it with his teeth before moving his attention to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. The hand that hand been resting on her hip slipped down between her thighs, and a moan escaped her mouth when his fingers lightly stroked her folds. She opened her thighs more, inviting him to explore further, but he didn't. He had other plans.

Vegeta's mouth then began traveling lower, licking her wet body as he went. When he was eye level with his destination, he lifted one leg over his shoulder and began kissing and nipping up her thigh. He stopped right before he reached the source of her need. Bulma shivered when she felt the sweet torture of his hot breath on her. She glanced down at him when he made no move to fulfill her wishes only to find his eyes staring back up at her.

His mouth curled into a grin before he extended his tongue and tentatively brushed it over her, never breaking eye contact with her. He passed over her again, going deeper within the folds, making sure to reach her clitoris before stopping. Bulma couldn't maintain eye contact that time as her eyes clamped shut and she gasped when he touched the sensitive spot. He sucked the hood into his mouth, and she slapped the wall next to her as the slow torture was turning into pleasure. He chuckled slightly at her actions and the vibrations against her only heightened her desire. He grazed her lightly with his teeth before releasing the hood and moving to enter her with his tongue. As he repeatedly penetrated her entrance, her hands fisted his hair to pull him closer. She bit her lip and hit her head against the shower wall as the ecstasy began to overwhelm her, and then he suddenly stopped. She whimpered slightly as she looked down at his smirking face.

The leg that was on his shoulder was slid down so that it hung over his forearm as his hand gripped her rear. He did the same with the other leg, and in one swift movement, he stood up and entered her. Vegeta couldn't hold back the groan as she sheathed himself inside her. His tail snaked around her waist to help hold her steady before sliding out and quickly slamming back into her. Her legs dangled over his arms, and her back beat against the shower wall as he thrust into her. Bulma's hands grasped his shoulders, and she bit her bottom lip as the pleasure built within her.

Forcing herself to keep them open, her eyes bore into his as each fought to maintain control. She watched as his eyes would drift shut for a few seconds before snapping back open to meet her gaze. 'So beautiful,' she thought. His tempo was slowly increasing and she breathlessly panted his name. He groaned and his eyes shut as he let himself succumb to the bliss. Bulma was only able to watch him a moment longer before the fire of ecstasy engulfed her as well. His grip on her tightened as his pace became wild, neither able to hold their climax back any longer. They exploded simultaneously, holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it.

As the world came back into focus around them, Vegeta lowered her feet to the floor and wrapped his arms around her waist. Bulma pulled him in for a kiss, but when she pulled away, her eyes caught something interesting.

"Sorry," she said as she lightly touched the claw marks she left on his shoulders. Vegeta just laughed.

"You think that actually hurt me? It just turned me on more," he said with sexy grin. He then noticed how much the water temperature had dropped. "We ought to finish this shower before it gets too cold." She nodded. The two quickly rinsed off and got out. Bulma entered her bedroom wearing only a towel followed by a nude Saiyajin no Ouji. She was about to open a drawer on her dresser when he grabbed her, pulling her on top of him on the bed. The towel soon met its destination on the floor.

"I don't suppose we're here to sleep," she asked with a giggle. He only shook his head as the corner of his mouth turned upward and his hand slid down her back to grasp her hips. She nipped the end of his nose before capturing his lips with hers. With that, Bulma set out to accomplish the impossible task of wearing out the Saiyajin no Ouji.

Heh heh, whoa! (dodges various items being thrown at her) Hey guys, use your imagination. I already put one lemon in there!

In case you're wondering, the bathroom thing DID happen, a couple of times actually! Yikes! Unfortunately I had to clean it up because it was stinking up half the freakin' store! Still having nightmares about that. I will never look at a mop the same! I'm not sure why I ever included that in here. I hadn't planned on it. Who knows? I type and weird stuff ends up on the page. O_o

Next time: Yamcha's stalker isn't done being a pain in the ass yet! Trust me, you won't see this one coming!

Don't forget to review. Come on, tell me how boring it's getting or that I'm a bitch for not updating often enough. Anything people. I'm slowly losing motivation with this one if it's not obvious.