Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Satan Video ❯ Work, Work, Work ( Chapter 24 )

Sorry for the delay on this one. FF.net deleted my account, not that I was surprised but it still had me a little peeved. As if that wasn't enough, the horrible phenomenon of writer's block attacked me. It was like I crashed into a brick wall….repeatedly until I was a bloody, mangled mess. So I did the mature thing. I cussed out the computer and didn't look at it for about a week. *shrugs* It didn't help, but at least I felt better. J

Warning: I know I said I'd never write a lemon for Yamcha, but I couldn't help it. This one was just too much fun. Gah, the horror!! *smirk*

Last time: "There are a lot of things you don't know about me," Vegeta responded before shoving another enormous forkful of egg and ham in his mouth. She watched him a moment before turning her attention back to her own food. She sighed.

"You're right." He made eye contact with her, curious as to where she was going to go with this one. "But I'd like to change that," she said with a smile, and she swore the corner of his mouth turned upward slightly even if it were only for a second. Their little moment was interrupted, though when the phone rang.

Satan Video

Chapter 23: Work, Work, Work

Vegeta blinked but made no move to get up; he just continued staring into her eyes. The phone rang again, and Bulma sighed. "Are you going to get that?" she asked never taking her eyes off his. He shook his head. It rang a third time, and she finally broke eye contact with him as she giggled. "Just get the damn phone." He raised an eyebrow at her but got up and walked over to the bar.

The ringing of the phone somewhat roused Goku from his deep slumber. "Krillin, you're doing it all wrong. You have to hit your head on the toilet to come up with the design for the flux capacitor," he mumbled as he rolled over onto his stomach. Bulma started laughing, and Vegeta just shrugged.

"Weird shit comes out of his mouth while he's asleep," he said before answering the phone. "Yeah?....Uh huh….Heh, I figured…Alright….Whatever."

Vegeta sat back down at the table with a grin on his face and began eating again, making no move to let her in on the entertaining secret. "So, are you going to tell me what that was all about or just keep sitting there with that silly grin on your face?" she asked in irritation. He sat there a moment longer, staring at her before swallowing his mouthful of food.

"Popo said that the store will be closed for at least a week. They're going to start rebuilding it tomorrow, and we get the week off." He paused for dramatic effect before adding, "With pay." Bulma's eyes widened at the revelation of getting paid. As cheap as Mr. Satan was, she figured they wouldn't get anything. Once the astonishment faded, she chuckled at the thought of a vacation, even if it were under these circumstances.

'A week off doesn't sound too bad at all,' she thought, but an even better thought entered her head. "I wouldn't be smiling if I were you. You're going to work today," she said smugly. He raised an eyebrow at her. "I want you to go to the store and move all the undamaged merchandise to a storage unit."

"What?" he asked in disbelief.

"Hey, you're the one who tore up the store in the first place, so don't complain. I don't want the construction to tear up what's left in there or looters running off with everything either." He looked at her for a moment and shrugged.

"Fine," he mumbled and turned his attention back to what was left of his breakfast. In one giant gulp, the plate was empty, and he left to go take a shower. Her attention turned from Vegeta's empty dishes to the couch when Goku began mumbling again, but this time his words were indecipherable. Smiling to herself, Bulma finished her omelet and got up to put her plate in the dishwasher. Glancing back at Vegeta's mess, she decided to be nice and pick up the rest of it as well.

The clanking of dishes was enough to finally wake the lazy Saiyajin on the couch. He slowly pulled himself onto his feet and trudged into the kitchen, yawning all the way. Bulma looked up from the sink and laughed at her friend's disheveled appearance. His wild hair was matted down on one side, eyes barely cracked open, a little bit of drool in the corner of his mouth, and his hand was under his shirt scratching his stomach.

"Good morning you," she said with a smile as she put the skillet in the dishwasher.

"Hey," Goku yawned as he made his way to the fridge. "So I guess everything worked out last night," he said as he pulled out a carton of orange juice. She nodded.

"Hey, guess what?" she squealed excitedly. "We all get the week off with pay!"

"Uh huh. Did I win the lottery, too?"

"No really. Popo called this morning. There was a mishap at the store, and it has to be closed for repairs for about a week," she informed.

"What? What kind of mishap?" he asked clearly confused as to what could have happened that would necessitate closing the store.

"The Vegeta kind," Bulma sighed. "But they told the police it was some kind of freak accident, so keep your mouth shut, okay?" Goku nodded. "All I know is that he got into a fight and somehow managed to knock the sign in the parking lot into the store." His eyes widened.

"Damn! Too bad I missed that," he whined before taking a big chug from the container. Bulma slapped her forehead and sat down at the table.

"You guys are unbelievable," she mumbled. She suddenly got an idea and smiled menacingly. "Well, I guess you'll get to see the damage in a little while, because you're going to help prince vegetable move all the undamaged merchandise to a storage facility."

"I am?"

"Yep. I was just going to have him do it, but now that I think about it, there really needs to be someone else there. One of you can be moving the stuff while the other is in the store making sure no one robs the place."

"Oh," Goku replied Just then Vegeta entered the kitchen and noticed the defeated look on his roommate's face.

"What's wrong with you?" he chuckled.

"He's going to help you move everything out of the store later," Bulma stated as she got up from the table.

"I'm going to go change," Goku said as he guzzled the rest of the juice and went to his room. Bulma walked up and wrapped her arms around Vegeta's waist.

"You mind taking me home in a little while? I'd like a shower and some more comfortable clothes."

"I don't know. I kind of like those clothes," he purred before nuzzling her neck.

"I know I look good," she said playfully, "but if I'm going to help box up all that crap at the store, I think a t-shirt and jeans would be more appropriate."

"Oh, you're going to help us?" he asked skeptically.

"Well, someone's got to be there to make sure you two behave," she replied. She ignored the growl she received in response from Vegeta.

"You ready?" he asked as he motioned toward the door. Bulma smiled and nodded.

***

The two landed on her balcony a few minutes later, and he set her down. "Okay, you and Goku meet me at the store in an hour. Once we're done with that, we have a week to ourselves," Bulma said excitedly as she wound her arms around Vegeta's neck and pulled his mouth to hers. The gentle brush of soft lips soon turned into an in depth exploration causing both participants to heat up. His hands grasped her hips and pulled her tightly against him as the kiss became more passionate. She groaned as the familiar tingle began to spread over her, and she breathlessly broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his.

"I better go get ready now otherwise nothing will get done today," she panted, and he slowly nodded as he reluctantly released her. "Go on, get out of here. I'll see you in a little bit," she said as she gave him a playful slap on the ass. Vegeta just shook his head as he took off.

An hour later…

Bulma pulled into the parking lot of Satan Video and was quite astonished at the sight before her. The store had suffered serious structural damage and yet was still standing. If it weren't for the fact that her helpers were Saiyajin, no one would be setting foot inside that place. But as it was, if anything were to happen, neither of them would be hurt, and hopefully they would look out for her wellbeing also. Bulma was so caught up in her amazement that she didn't even realize that they were already there until Goku tapped on her car window. She shook herself out of her daze and got out of the car.

"You did quite a number on the place," Bulma said with a laugh as she pulled her gaze from the store and turned to Vegeta. He just crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. "Alright, let's get this over with. There are empty boxes in the backroom crammed between the cabinets. I've got tape right here. One of you can help me box everything up, and the other can fly it to the storage place on the next street. I called before I left, so they know you're coming and will show you where to put everything."

The trio carefully entered the store and was surprised to find that the majority of items had not been damaged. The ceiling had collapsed over the movies for sale section, so that was the largest part of what had been broken. During the commotion, a row of shelves in the game section had been knocked over, but very few items had been smashed by that incident.

"It's too bad the kid's movies weren't destroyed," Goku said with a laugh. "I get so tired of putting all that stuff back where it's supposed to go all because some parent either isn't watching or doesn't care that their spawn just knocked a whole section of videos onto the floor!"

"What do you expect from a bunch of baka ningens, Kakarotto?"

"Hey, I don't want to hear any of that baka ningen crap. What you've seen in here is a very skewed sample of the human population," Bulma snapped as she came from the backroom with a stack of empty boxes.

"I doubt that. So far I think you are the only one I've met with any sense."

"Why, Vegeta was that a compliment?" she asked in mock surprise as she covered her mouth with her hand. He rolled his eyes as he grabbed a box and began recklessly chunking PS2 games in it. Bulma smiled to herself as she grabbed a box and began to work, all the while glancing at him out the corner of her eye. 'He's so damn cute when he's uncomfortable,' she thought and had to force back the resulting giggle.

***

Once there was a decent stack of boxes to take, Vegeta grabbed them and left for the storage unit. Goku stayed and helped Bulma continue to box up everything else, which was by no means an easy task. The store was fairly large so there were a lot of things that had to be moved. It took them about half the day to get everything finished, and once done, Bulma sat down in the parking lot and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"Damn, I'm tired," she said.

"You act like you did all the work," Vegeta chuckled.

"Shut up," she laughed. "Not all of us have never ending supplies of strength and energy. So what are you guys doing later?"

"Me and Krillin are going out tonight," Goku said. "What about you?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'm sure I'll find something to do," she said with a mischievous grin as she glanced at Vegeta. "Do you have plans for tonight?"

"Do you think I sit around planning social interactions with the crazy people on this planet?"

"I'll take that as a no," she said before pausing for a moment. "Alright. Well, I'm going home. I've got some things I need to get done, but I'll call you later, Vegeta." Knowing he'd be mortified, she forewent any displays of affection since Goku was there and got in her car and drove off.

"Come on, man. Let's go get some food," Goku snickered as he put his arm around his roommate.

"Get the fuck off me," the prince growled as he shoved the intruding arm away from him. "And just what is so damn funny?"

"Nothing really. It's just kind of weird seeing you two together. I have a hard time seeing you two not trying to rip each other's throats out," the taller Saiyajin replied as the two took to the sky. "And don't try to tell me the thought hasn't occurred to you at least a few times."

Vegeta's only response was a smirk.

***

Yamcha groaned as she lowered herself onto his aching cock. His head flew backward against the pillows, and he grabbed her rump when she began moving on him slowly at first but then quickly speeding up. She remained upright on him, even leaning back a little, allowing him to reach a particularly sensitive spot. He watched as her eyes shut and mouth fell open as a guttural moan was torn from her throat. Aqua hair moved fluidly as her head began thrashing about, and that was the last he saw. His eyes rolled back into his head as he neared total ecstasy.

"Yamcha!" she squealed as her orgasm ripped through her, triggering his own. He thrust upward as he burst within her, moaning her name repeatedly.

"Bulma. Oh shit, Bulma. Oh baby."

"Bulma?" an irritated voice demanded, tearing him down from his state of euphoria. Yamcha looked up at the woman on top of him in utter and complete astonishment.

"Jenny? What are you…How?... Huh?" He finally gave up trying to form a sentence.

"You bastard!" she screamed as she slapped him as hard as she could.

Yamcha bolted up in his bed as sweat rolled down his forehead and onto the bridge of his nose before dripping onto his chest. He glanced around nervously only to find that he was alone in his room.

"Damn it! Another fucking dream," he groaned as he got out of bed, his erection still at attention. He glanced down at it disdainfully for a moment before entering the bathroom. He climbed into the shower and began to lather himself up. 'This is making me crazy. I can't even dream about Bulma without her interfering. I need to get my proof and be done with her.' He finished washing his arms and chest and began lathering his lower torso until he reached his still hardened shaft that appeared to have no plans on going away.

"Traitor," he growled as he reached down and proceeded to rid himself of his arousal the only way he knew how. "Uhn, Bulma…."

Later that evening…

Yamcha pulled up in front of Jenny's house, and got ready to put on his game face as he loved to call it. He walked up to the front door and knocked concealing his other hand behind his back. The door opened seconds later to reveal a very nice looking psycho stalker. Yamcha swallowed. Even he had to admit she looked good in the short, burgundy dress that accentuated her.. ,um, assets.

"Wow," he greeted softly before remembering his surprise. "Oh, this is for you," he said as he revealed a single yellow rose.

"Thank you." She smiled as she took it and turned to go into the kitchen. "Come in." Yamcha caught himself staring at her shapely hips as he followed her inside the house and mentally scolded himself.

'She's the enemy! She's an evil bitch that ruined your life. Do not think those kinds of thoughts about her. We're pretending to be interested, damn it!'

"Are you okay?" Jenny's voice broke into his subconscious debate.

"Fine. Uh could I use your restroom before we go, though?"

"Sure. I'm going to put this in some water. The restroom's down the hall."

"Thanks," he answered before making his hasty retreat. He quickly made his way down the hall until he was no longer within her line of sight. 'Here it goes.' He searched for ki within the house and was ecstatic when he realized it was just them. He rounded the corner and quickly (and quietly) made his way upstairs. He began opening doors as he searched for his destination. So far, he'd found the master bedroom, a bathroom, and a couple of closets. He opened the next door, and his eyes widened in shock. The walls were covered in psychedelic patterns permanently adhered in black light paint. There was a giant poster of a marijuana leaf on the far wall and mountains of mess in the floor.

'Is this her room?' he wondered as he glanced around noticing men's boxer shorts lying in the floor. He cringed. 'Only one way to find out.' He waded through the clutter until he reached the closet. Upon inspecting its contents and finding nothing but men's clothes, he decided that she must have a brother. Yamcha quickly snuck out of the room and proceeded on to the next one.

Behind the next door, he found a less than girly room, but it was a girl's room nonetheless. The smell gave it away: fruit-scented candles and a hint of perfume.

"Yamcha!" The intruder jumped high in the air before turning to find his date glaring daggers at him.

"Oh shit! You scared me," he laughed.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" Jenny demanded.

"I uh couldn't find the bathroom," he replied as he scratched the back of his head. Jenny raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't press the issue.

"It's right over here," she explained as she pointed to one of the doors he'd already checked out earlier. "I'll meet you downstairs." She studied him a moment before turning her back and descending down the stairs. Yamcha went into the bathroom for a moment just to keep up appearances as he committed the location of her room to memory.

'I'll have everything I need in no time,' he thought as a wicked smile spread across his face.

***

Bulma laid her head down in the middle of her text book. Her eyes hurt, and she needed a break. She had planned on taking a few hours to get caught up in her assignments for school while she was taking the time to think about it. Get it done, and then enjoy the rest of her week before her usual hell started up again. It was taking a lot longer than she had thought it would, though.

"Ugh, this crap is so boring," she groaned as she lifted her head to see what time it was. "I'm going to have to make some coffee just to wake myself up before Vegeta comes over later. Nothing can put you to sleep like financial statements," she paused to think about it. "Except maybe taxes," she added with a laugh as she went to turn on the coffee pot.

***

After eating, he had spent a few hours in the courtyard going through a series of katas. It had been far too long since he had done any training, and it felt good to do something physical, even though the gravity on this planet wasn't enough to challenge him. Although he decided that next time he would find somewhere more private. People walking by would stare and whisper to each other as if he couldn't hear them. Of course he didn't care except that it was so damned distracting. When he couldn't deal with it any longer, Vegeta gave up and went back to his apartment.

Goku and Krillin were there making their final decisions on where they were going that evening. The duo had kept him company for a while, not that he enjoyed it, he told himself, but at least it kept his mind occupied. They had left about an hour ago, and the boredom was starting to agitate him.

So here he was, sitting on his couch with his feet on the coffee table as he watched TV. Well, it was on; that doesn't really mean he was paying much attention though. He sat there, bored out of his mind as he waited for 9 o'clock to roll around. Of course patience was never one of his strong points.

Vegeta decided to go ahead and take a shower since he was sweaty from his attempted workout and moving the boxes earlier. That would at least keep him from blasting the TV, not that it really mattered. 'What's the point if you only get 7 channels?' he wondered.

After showering, he got some clean clothes on and went back to the living room. "It's only been 15 minutes," he groaned in disgust as he checked the clock once more. "Too bad. She can study some other time," he said with a grin as he stepped out of the apartment.

***

Bulma had just sat back down at the kitchen table with her cup of coffee when there was a knock on the door. She sighed as she got up to answer it. "Vegeta, you're early," she said as she let him in.

"That's okay. It doesn't look like you've gotten much studying done anyway," he chuckled.

"What makes you think that?"

"The red spot on your forehead. Is it that boring or are you just tired from all that work you did earlier?" he asked. Bulma unconsciously touched her forehead as she went back into the kitchen, ignoring his insult.

"I'm not tired. It really is that boring," she admitted as she sat down at the table.

"Well, it's a good thing I came over early then. Wouldn't want you to be bored," he said with a grin as he leaned against the counter. He was staring at her intently and finally couldn't ignore it any longer. "What the hell are you wearing?"

"What? These are comfortable," Bulma responded as she glanced down at her white tank top, cut-off sweat pants, fuzzy slippers, and a thin hooded jacket. "I was just sitting on my ass reading. I was going to change before you came over," she added with a shrug before she got an idea.

"Are you saying that you don't find me sexy in these?" she asked in the most seductive voice she could muster as she stuck her chest out causing her breasts to strain against the thin fabric of her top. This did not go unnoticed by Vegeta who watched with full attention as her nipples became evident, begging him to…. He shook his head.

"I didn't say that. I've just never seen you wear such a strange combination of things before." Bulma stood up and sauntered over to him slowly. She ran her hands up her sides pulling the top with them, supposedly on accident, until she reached her ribcage, and then let her hands slide back down to her waist. She stopped in front of him, although her hips never ceased swaying. She hooked a thumb in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them indecently low before spinning around. She bent down pretending to pick up something and pushed her ass out so that it brushed lightly against him. She rose up slowly and leaned her whole body against his as she turned her head towards his.

Bulma whispered in his ear, "So you think I'm sexy?" She tried to keep a straight face, but she couldn't. She felt so silly, but all those thoughts quickly left when she felt his arms encircle her waist and a familiar hardness press into her rear. "I guess I have my answer," she whispered before licking his earlobe. The hands on her stomach began traveling upward as his lips descended upon her neck. Vegeta cupped both of her breasts, kneading them as he used his teeth to slide the jacket off her right shoulder. Once the item was out of the way, his lips caressed her shoulder and traveled back up her neck.

Bulma's head lied back against him as she savored the moment. Her head snapped back up, though, when he gave her nipples a playful pinch. Vegeta then went to work on her other shoulder, slowly pulling away the obstructing clothing as he sucked and licked on the skin he exposed. Bulma moved forward just enough for the article to fall to the floor before melting into his embrace once more.

Bulma's arms went up and back to wrap around his neck as he kissed the back of her neck. One of Vegeta's hands left her chest to sneak down into her shorts and underneath her cotton panties to explore her folds. She gasped as he ran his finger back and forth over her lips a few times before entering her.

"So wet," he groaned as he pulled the finger out before sliding it back in. The other hand slipped under her shirt to feel her bare skin. He brushed over the nipple lightly, and Bulma thought her knees would buckle. Her grip around his neck tightened as her head flew backward against his shoulder. Vegeta slipped his finger out and let it circle her clit a few times before stopping. She whimpered when he abruptly withdrew his hand, and the hand on her breast relinquished its hold as well. She spun around to face him and was greeted by his mouth assaulting hers.

Bulma wrapped one arm around his muscular back as he invaded her senses. Her other hand that was resting on hip slithered down to run over the bulge in his pants. His breath hissed as he broke the kiss. She watched as his eyes shut when she gave it a light squeeze. A moment later he reached down and seized her hand, and Bulma looked up at him questioningly. Vegeta only grinned as he led her out of the kitchen, stopping at the couch to grab a blanket from it.

He walked over to the sliding glass door that opened to her private balcony. "Come on. I want to show you something."

Don't hate me. I really needed a stopping point and I think this one works nicely. I've already got 7 pages of the next chapter done, so I should have it up in a few.