Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Truths ( Chapter 20 )

Okay I would like to apologize for last chapter. I thought about it after I posted it, and well, I shouldn't have put the bathroom scene and the lemon in the same chapter. They sort of work against each other if ya know what I mean. Also just ignore the notes at the end of last chapter. I'm not that whiney I promise. I also completely forgot what I had planned for this chapter since it's been almost a month. (hangs head in shame) Sorry. Hopefully this chapter will make up for it. Enjoy.

Warning: More lemon people!

Chapter 19: Truths

Yamcha released an irritated sigh upon waking. 'Is it morning already?' Dwelling on the loss of his girlfriend all night had made last night's sleep a rather fitful one. He begrudgingly drug himself out of bed as his feet unconsciously carried him toward the location of his early morning best friend: caffeine. He had just poured a cup of coffee when he heard the doorbell. Immediately the image of the woman responsible for the downfall of his life invaded his mind. 'Who else ever shows up this early in the morning?' He tied the sash of his robe, suddenly feeling exposed as he went to answer the door. He was greeted by the brunette who was smiling as if she'd just won a pageant or something.

"Good morning Yamcha. I hope you like coffee," she said as she pulled a thermos from behind her back. He stared at her for a moment as a myriad of emotions ran through him, the most prominent ones being anger and hate with a nice side helping of confusion. In his sleepy state, however, he couldn't help but somewhat appreciate the peace offering.

"Come on in. We need to talk," he said despairingly as he moved to allow her into his home. Jenny's impossibly huge smile grew twice as large as she walked past the object of her obsession. He shook his head disturbed by her giddiness as he shut the door.

"You have such a nice house, but I wouldn't expect anything less from a professional athlete I guess." The response she received was little more than a nod and an unclear mumble as the two went back to his kitchen. She resumed her chit chat, but it fell upon deaf ears.

'It's now or never. I may not get another opportunity like this,' he thought with a sigh. 'Showtime.' She was still rambling about who knows what when he interrupted her. "So, how about that coffee?"

"Um sure," she said trying not to get too upset with the blatant disregard for her thoughts. She poured them each a cup before sitting down at the table. When he extended his hand to grasp the cup, she noticed the scabs covering his knuckles. "Oh my, what happened?" He looked confused for a moment before noticing what she was looking at.

"It's nothing. I just spent a little too much time with the punching bag." He shrugged before taking a sip. "This is really good," he said changing the subject. She smiled and took a sip of her own.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" He grinned as he decided the best way to approach it.

"You were right," he began but paused. She glanced at him with bewilderment all over her face. "About things not working out between Bulma and me." He chuckled and ran his hand through his mess of uncombed hair. "Fucking bitch," he mumbled. "Can you believe she broke up with me?" He shot up out of the chair and began pacing back and forth. "I was so pissed! I mean I couldn't believe she would throw away what we had without a thought, a single fucking regret!" he screamed as he finally stopped pacing.

"I truly thought I loved her and that she felt the same way," Yamcha said with a sorrowful laugh. "But you know what? It was nothing. We were nothing. Just two people passing time. I realize that now." He sat back down a made eye contact with Jenny for the first time since his outburst began. "And I have you to thank for that," he whispered as he took her hand in his. She smiled as she gazed into his dark eyes.

"How about I make you some breakfast?"

"I'd like that," he responded with a grin. Jenny went to see what he had to fix when he remembered his state of undress. "Um if you don't mind, I'm going to put on some clothes. I'll be right back."

"Okay," she replied from behind the refrigerator door. He went to the bedroom and threw on jeans, a t shirt, and some shoes. He stepped into the bathroom and hastily brushed his teeth while running a hand through his hair as a quick fix. He spit and half way rinsed before going back into the bedroom. He dug through the drawers on the nightstand, but couldn't find it.

"Where the hell did I put it?" he mumbled as he spun around the room disregarding each possible storage area his eyes landed on. Then he remembered. 'The hall closet.' He entered the hallway and stopped in front of his destination. He glanced back at the kitchen briefly. Once he heard the clanging of dishes, he grasped the door knob and turned it slowly. 'Please don't squeak,' he mentally begged the hinges as he eased the door open. Success! There on the top shelf was his box of capsules. He frantically searched through the contents until he found the one he was looking for and grabbed it. As he was about to close the box, another capsule caught his attention. 'That might be useful also.' He put the box back on the shelf and closed the closet door as he stuffed the two capsules into the pocket of his jeans.

"Smells good," Yamcha commented as he strolled into the kitchen.

"You are just in time." Jenny put the plates of food on the table and refilled their coffee cups. The two sat down and ate mostly in silence. Upon finishing the meal, Yamcha thanked her and put the dishes in the dishwasher to worry about later. "Do you have any plans for today?" she asked.

"Actually I do have a few things I have to do today, but I'll be free later this evening. How about I meet you for dinner tonight?"

"Sounds good. Where?"

"Hmm….You like Italian?

"Sure."

"I'll meet you at that new place by the theater. Is 7 alright?" he questioned as he escorted her out of the kitchen.

"Seven it is. I guess I'll see you later then," she said as the two reached the front door. He grinned as her soft hand caressed his cheek before placing a gentle kiss on the other one. "I knew you'd come around," were her parting words as she stepped outside, pulling the door closed behind her. Yamcha turned his back to the door and leaned his head against it as he sighed.

"Bulma."

He only wasted a moment on self pity, though as there were important things to be done. It only took a second for him to run through the house and into the connected garage. He retrieved the two items from his pocket and decapsulized the one label 'camping supplies.' He heard her car start up and begin to back out of the driveway. "Shit, I need to hurry." He made quick work of the items, digging hastily through sleeping bags, tents, blankets, and cooking utensils.

"Finally!" He grabbed the binoculars triumphantly as he laughed, realizing that this would in fact be his first time to actually use them. He kicked the other items out of the way as he released the other capsule. There in all its ugly glory was his very first car highly contrasting against the red sports car next to it. He had only kept the thing for laughs since he never even really liked the car, but now he was extremely thankful he had kept the hunk of junk. He peeked out the window of the garage door and saw her car just turning right at the stop sign down the street. He cursed as he jumped into the rust and primer colored vehicle and tried to start it. Nothing.

"Come on, damn it," he growled as he pumped the gas pedal while turning the ignition again. It started just barely. He had to ride the gas to keep it running, but that was enough. He hit the garage door opener and backed out of the driveway. "Shit, I bet she's long gone by now." He ran right through the stop sign as he turned the same direction Jenny had taken. He drove several blocks searching desperately for her car. The next stop sign he came to signified the end of his neighborhood. The street ended at the intersection leaving only two options: right and left. Taking a few moments to consider where each choice led, he decided to turn right onto the busy road and hoped she had gone that way.

"Damn it! I should've paid more attention to her ki, then I wouldn't be in this situation right now." He drove for about 10 minutes, weaving in and out of traffic and scanning each parking lot he passed, but found nothing. Yamcha finally decided to give up. There was no way he would find her like this. 'She probably didn't even go this way.' He turned into a strip center to turn around when he saw it. There she was putting gas in her car, and Yamcha couldn't stop laughing.

"Apparently Kami has some sympathy for me," he declared. He parked in the adjoining lot that was designated for the grocery store customers as he watched and waited. A few minutes later, Jenny got in her car and pulled out onto the busy street, unknowingly followed by a well-camouflaged Yamcha.

Everything was going fine for a while. He would stay a few cars behind her in a different lane. The amount of traffic didn't work against him either since it was Sunday and still fairly early. Then it happened. The light turned red, and she slowed to a stop. The only problem with this was the fact that there were more cars in front of her than the car he was hiding behind. He quickly did the math in his head and realized that they were probably going to end up next to each other.

'Shit! She'll see me.' He whipped over another lane to put some distance between the two of them, but hadn't bothered to look beforehand. Otherwise he would have noticed the 18-wheeler before it slammed on the breaks and honked repeatedly. Luckily neither was driving very fast, and the truck stopped a mere inch from Yamcha's bumper. There unfortunately no time to be relieved, however, because the truck driver was pissed and did not cease his honking once he had stopped. Everyone at the intersection turned to see what was going on, and Yamcha sunk down in his seat.

'Please don't look over here. Please don't look over here,' his mind chanted as if he could will it to be so. He reached over into his glove compartment (that was missing the door) and grabbed the only thing he saw that could help conceal his face: the repair manual he bought not long after getting the car.

Jenny was jamming out to the radio oblivious to the world until the song she was listening to ended. It was during the momentary silence between music and commercial that the blaring horn of a Mac truck got her attention. She glanced over toward the source of the noise and noticed the man in the truck shaking his fist in the air as he yelled at the car in front of him. Her point of focus turned from the truck driver to the car where she saw someone reading.

"What the hell?" I mean sure the car wasn't moving, but still. Why would someone be reading a repair manual while driving? Then she took in the appearance of the car as its exhaust pipe released a huge plume of smoke. 'Well maybe it's not such a bad idea.' She shook her head and turned back toward the light to wait for it to change.

Yamcha released the breath he'd been unintentionally holding when the light finally turned green. He peeked over the top of the book to see that Jenny's car was already speeding away. With a grin, he tossed the manual in the passenger seat and started to accelerate. He followed her a few minutes before she turned onto a side road that led to a neighborhood. He managed to keep a safe distance between them until she turned into a driveway. Yamcha parked on the street several houses down from where she stopped. He picked up the binoculars and watched as she pulled out her keys and unlocked the front door. 'Good. This must be where she lives.'

He looked around noticing that no neighbors were outside at the moment. He put the binoculars back in the seat before getting out of the car and walking towards the house. He snuck over to the side yard and hid behind a tree. 'Now what? I really didn't plan this out very well.' He thought for a moment. 'It's worth a shot.' He closed his eyes in concentration as he attempted to feel for ki within the house.

'There she is. Probably one room over from me. No one else seems to be in the house.' He frowned. 'I doubt she lives in a house this size by herself. Probably has a roommate or something. Hmm, let's go see what she's up to.' He had to jump the fence to get into the backyard and landed right next to a large window. He quickly moved to the side and leaned against the brickwork when he saw a silhouette shadow the window. He had to strain, but he could hear her talking.

"Guess what? I'm having dinner with Yamcha tonight!" There was a slight pause. "I know. Isn't it great?" Then there was a long bought of silence.

'She must be on the phone.'

"Yeah, they broke up right after she got the picture. I have to thank you again. I couldn't have pulled this off without your help." She laughed. "Yeah, let's just hope I don't have to drug him next time." Yamcha's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"That bitch drugged me? I knew this seemed too unreal!" He jumped and pressed himself as close as he could to the house when he heard her pull the blinds up.

"Huh? Yeah I'm still here. I just thought I heard something. Anyway I don't think it'll be a problem since he thinks we've already slept together…..Oh, I'm a bitch? What about the bitch that took the pictures? I suppose you're an innocent party, huh?" She laughed again as Yamcha stood there in complete and utter shock.

'Did she just say what I think she did? Did she actually stage all this to make it look like we had sex?' His face quickly reverted from surprise to elation. 'Holy fucking shit! I was set up! I never cheated on Bulma!' He jumped the fence and ran back to his car smiling the whole way. He got in his car and drove off as fast as the pile of crap could go. His mind was jumping a million thoughts a second during the drive home.

'I never could have imagined things working out like this. Oh Bulma.' He frowned as the realization hit him. 'She's not going to believe me. I need to get some proof.' His brow furrowed while he chewed on his lip trying to think of something. His fingers tapped nervously on the steering wheel.

"Hmm, I guess I'll have to keep my plans with Jenny for tonight. If I keep her thinking that everything's peachy on my end, maybe she'll slip up. I might even get to meet this coconspirator. You just wait, Jenny. You're going down!" he screamed as he began laughing insanely.

Vegeta's eyes shot open suddenly, blinking a few times as his surroundings slowly came into focus. He glanced down at Bulma and smiled. She had truly amazed him last night, well this morning actually. 'I had no idea a human could go for so long.' She giggled, and for a moment he thought she was awake. He brushed some of her hair out of her face and noticed that she in fact was still asleep. 'Must be dreaming.' He ran his fingers through her hair, and she snuggled up closer to him. The next thing she did caught him by surprise.

"Mmmm," she moaned before it broke off into another giggle. Her leg that was draped over his slid higher as she pressed herself against him. Vegeta's eyebrow jumped upward, and he grinned mischievously. 'One of those dreams. This could be fun,' he decided. He barely touched her as his fingertips started just under her arm and slid ever so softly down her side until reaching her hip bone. Her muscles jumped slightly at the sensation as her arm tightened around his stomach, and her pelvis pressed further into his hip. He watched as her eye brows twitched and knew she would wake shortly. His fingers danced slowly up her stomach before stopping at her breast. He brushed over the nipple causing it to harden under the contact as soft sigh escaped her lips. She squirmed within his arms momentarily before opening her eyes to find his staring back at her.

"Good morning," he said with a grin.

"Indeed," she replied as she kissed his chest before glancing back up at him with a grin of her own.

"So did you have a nice dream?" he asked as he turned onto his side to face her. She simply nodded. "What was it about?" Her only answer was a sly grin as she wrapped her hand around his member and kissed his neck. "Ready again so soon?" he tried to ask playfully, but instead it came out as a groan.

"Complaining?" she asked as she stopped and looked into his eyes. He climbed on top of her, seizing a hand in each of his as he pinned them on either side of her head.

"Never." His lips attacked hers as he trapped her legs underneath his and leaned a good portion of his weight into her. She could feel his pulsing erection pressed against her and quivered in anticipation. His tail slowly crept up between her thighs, tickling her as it went. It brushed over her a few times before plunging in. She gasped against his mouth as it curled inside of her and hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Please," she begged breathlessly as she wiggled beneath him. He loved it. Vegeta slid his body down a little but still kept her restrained.

"Please what?" he asked innocently as he took a nipple between his lips and sucked on it thoroughly, his eyes never leaving hers. Her back arched, and she fought ineffectively to free her arms. Not having the ability to do anything else, she clamped her legs shut around his tail.

"Enough." He arched an eye brow at her comment as the movement of his tail ceased. She pulled her head forward as far as she could and was just able to reach him. She sucked on his bottom lip almost painfully, and he relented to her silent plea. He leaned forward and kissed her with equal fervor as he removed the furry appendage from between her legs. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and heard the unsteady exhale that escaped his nostrils.

"I need you now," she panted against his mouth. He finally released her arms but laid down next to her and turned her away from him. He thrust into her forcefully from behind, and both gasped at the pleasure. He kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck as he began to move inside her. She twisted her torso to catch his lips with hers until he thrust deeper, and she could no longer maintain the effort. His tail twitched behind him anxiously with each wave of pleasure than wracked his body. His hand found her breast and caressed it before pinching her nipple none too gently.

Bulma groaned at the pain but pushed her hips backward to meet his thrusts. He pulled almost completely out before slamming back into her as his hand left her breasts to begin teasing her clit. He continued this slow yet forceful pace as he stroked her mercilessly. Her moans swiftly became screams as he pounded into her almost painfully.

"Scream for me," he groaned as moved his hands to firmly grip her shoulders. He pulled her against his thrusts as he pumped into her at an inhuman pace. The length of his tail slid roughly across her clitoris causing her orgasm to hit her almost immediately. Her fists twisted in the sheets threatening to rip them as she lost all sense of equilibrium, and Vegeta roared as he joined her in the blissful oblivion.

The two laid sprawled out on her bed as their panting slowly returned to somewhat normal breathing. Bulma was the first to speak.

"So, what do you want to do today?" Vegeta just laughed as he kissed the top of her head.

"Well, we could use another shower," he offered. Now it was Bulma's turn to laugh.

"Yeah but I was kind of asking about later today not the immediate future." He released her and placed both hands behind his head.

"I don't know. I have to work tonight, but other than that…." He trailed off. Bulma nodded as she slowly pulled herself out of bed before extending a hand to him.

"Come on. That shower sounds pretty good right about now."

Thirty minutes later…

Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table while Vegeta was rummaging through her fridge again. He growled, apparently not finding anything suitable, and she rolled her eyes.

"Hey I have an idea. Why don't we pick up some lunch, and then go to the beach for a while?" His head popped up out of the fridge as he regarded her for a moment. He shrugged.

"Okay."

Bulma grabbed a large blanket out of the closet and put on some flip flops before walking to the front door. "Let's go lover boy."

"What the hell did you just call me?" he asked somewhat annoyed but also a little amused at the bizarre term. Bulma just smiled.

"Just another stupid Earth thing," she replied.

"What's the blanket for?"

"You'll see."

The two got some lunch on the way, and Bulma had a hard time keeping him from eating it until they got to the beach. It wasn't a long wait, though, as they got there shortly after. She parked and took her shoes off. He sent her a skeptical look when she asked him to do the same but went ahead and took them off. They got out of the car, and she set up the blanket while he grabbed the food. Bulma sat down with her legs stretched out in front of her and patted the spot next to her. He sat down and placed their lunch in front of them. They ate in comfortable silence as they watched the ocean. It was still fairly cool outside so there weren't many other people there to bother them.

Bulma finished eating first and laid on her side facing him as she propped herself up on her elbow. She snatched the bag of chips in front of him and grinned evilly.

"And just what exactly do you think you're doing? You should know better than to take a Saiyajin's food," he said playfully.

"What is the punishment for such a terrible offense?" she asked sarcastically, and he seemed to think about it for a few moments.

"For you I suppose a thorough spanking would be sufficient." He leaned back on his elbows and watched her with a very unthreatening scowl.

"I may have to hold you to that," she replied as she stuffed a chip into her mouth and crunched rather loudly.

"Woman, you are insatiable," Vegeta chuckled as he shook his head.

"I know, and that's why you love me," she said as she fed him a chip. She rolled onto her back and began watching the clouds, still clutching the pilfered snacks, oblivious to the impact of her words. Vegeta watched her as he mulled over the words. 'Does she really believe that I love her? Feh, she's insane if she does. It's probably just another one of her stupid expressions.' His thoughts were broken when she glanced back up at him and smiled. She must have noticed the perplexed look on his face because her head tilted in curiosity.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Gazing into her blue eyes, he knew the answer.

Thanks for reading and please review. *grins innocently*