Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Seducing Vegeta ❯ What The Hell Is That? ( Chapter 2 )

Seducing Vegeta

Part II

What the Hell is That?

WARNING: This story is rated NC-17 for sexual content (lemons), sexual references, violence, and language. If you find any of those things offending, then I suggest that you leave now.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Sadly.

Please R&R! I am going to try to set a limit here, but I usually cant because stories seem to write themselves when I am on the computer. On with the story.

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What the Hell is That?

Bulma

After watching the sun go up after my sleepless night, I decided to go downstairs and fix some food, since my stomach growled underneath my light pink satin sheets. I got up and dressed myself in a white blouse and a capsule corporation jacket, with some normal jeans. I fixed my hair by putting a hair band across the top of my head and letting the rest fly out behind me. I was planning to work today and not do anything social.

When I got downstairs, I saw the lights flashing through the windows of the GR. Obviously, Vegeta must already be awake. Only Kami knows if he's hungry or not, so I just fixed him some food anyway. I fried two dozen eggs and a rasher of bacon, and while I was setting it out on the table I heard the doorbell ring. I went to answer it and none other than Yaumcha was standing there.

"Oh, hi Yaumcha! I wasn't expecting anyone today…." I said, embarrassed that he showed up and I wasn't dressed appropriately.

"Sorry, babe. I decided to come on over since when the phone rang no one answered, so I figured you were asleep. I wanted to surprise you." He said, with his casual hand-behind-the-head laugh.

"Aww, that was sweet of you Yaumcha. I wish I was dressed accordingly though… But come inside anyway." I said, grinning at him.

We sat down on the couch and watched the news for awhile. After about five minutes, Yaumcha's hand began to creep over to my cushion of the couch. His middle and pointed finger acted as if they were legs for the rest of the hand as they moved across the couch and up my legs. I looked over at him, and he snatched his hand away like he was as innocent as an angel.

I felt sorry for him so I scooted closer to him. His face turned red, and he looked away again. I smiled. If he wanted to play games, then bring it on! I scooted very close to him, but we weren't touching. I stayed like that for a moment, and Yaumcha relaxed. After another minute, I jumped up on top of him and kissed him right on the tip of his nose, scaring him out of his wits.

We laughed together after this, having fun with our little game. One thing led to another, and we began chasing each other around the couch, trying to catch each other, and once we had caught each other, we would let the person who was the capturer give them a kiss.

We began to become tired and we snuggled up onto the couch. He wrapped his arm around me protectively as we rested after our active tease. Right when I was getting comfortable, the kitchen timer beeped loudly.

"Damn…" I said underneath my breath. I loved being close to Yaumcha like that and I felt like I never wanted to leave. Playing games with him was so much fun, and I never did like interruptions.

Since the breakfast was ready, I turned on the intercom into the GR.

"Vegeta, breakfast is ready!" I said through the intercom. All that I heard was labored breathing and the sound of him punching the air in front of him. I could hear the bandages slapping his sides as he moved vigorously. "VEGETA, I know you're in there! Are you hungry or not?" I heard silence once more. "VEGETA, IF YOU DON'T COME IN HERE RIGHT NOW I AM GOING TO LET YAUMCHA EAT ALL OF YOUR BREAKFAST!" I screamed into the intercom. I heard a frustrated growl from the other side.

"Fine, woman!" I heard him say as he turned off the gravity and trudged out of the GR.

"Yaumcha, have some to eat." I said as I pushed a dozen eggs in front of him.

"Thanks, Bulma!" He said as he began to eat. `Why was it that all men seem to be hungry all of the time?' I thought to myself. I heard Vegeta march in through the door and make his way to the table.

"It's about time you showed up!" I said. He didn't say anything back, he just ate his breakfast. I decided to have some myself and I fried up a couple of eggs for myself. Right as I sat down at the table, Vegeta started to give me strange looks. I decided to ignore it until five minutes later when he was still staring.

"What are you staring at?" I asked him. He seemed a little surprised that I finally said something.

"What the hell is that on your neck?" Vegeta asked curiously.

"Huh? OH!" I felt around my neck. There was a two-fingered fist sized hickey between the end of my neck and my shoulder. I blushed heavily. During our game, Yaumcha chose to kiss me on the neck many times, and he had nibbled at my skin quite a bit, making it bruise. "Well, it's an…..um……" I stuttered and a sweat drop feel down my forehead.

All of the sudden, Vegeta started laughing. Not just slightly snorting, but cracking up. It was like an endless cackle which was starting to really get on my nerves. "VEGETA! WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP AND TELL ME WHAT IS SO DAMN FUNNY?!" I barked at him. He eventually calmed down a little, but between each word the laughed even more.

"I… hahaha… Know what that is… hahaha…," Vegeta snickered.

"Oh my God, Vegeta, how immature could you possibly get?!" I snarled at him and pushed my chair back. I took a look at Yaumcha. He started laughing too. "I AM SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS!" I yelled to myself as I left the room. The two men were silent for a while and once I had gotten up the stairs, Yaumcha snorted, starting up their laughing fit again.

I rushed into my bathroom to look at the sucker. It was a bit swollen and red and was beginning to turn a little blue. It looked like I had a tumor growing out of the side of my neck. No wonder Vegeta had laughed at me. I wondered why he was acting so immature? Maybe he was laughing at something else. How would I know, anyways? I sighed in frustration.

I went inside my room and turned on the CD player. I flipped around the tracks until I found one that I liked. It was "Falling Away from Me," by Korn from a CD that Goku gave me. Yaumcha preffered rap music and he really didn't like the stuff that I did. Goku didn't like it either, but he got Gohan to help him with the computer and burned one for me. I kind of wondered if Gohan actually knew how to use the computer and if in the end they got Chichi to help them out. It would have been a funny thing to videotape. I laughed out loud thinking about it.

I began to read a book about some mechanics while listening to music at the same time. "Down with the Sickness," By Disturbed came onto the stereo and I began jumping around and banging my head. I usually match music that I listen to with my moods, and right now I was hyper. Right when I was working up a sweat, I heard a loud knock on the door. I straightened my hair out the best that I could with my fingers and I answered the door. Vegeta was standing there. I let my hair down, so he couldn't see that wretched blue mark on my neck. One less thing for him to taunt me about.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" He asked cruelly.

"Dancing. What the hell are you doing?" I retorted.

"Wondering why an idiotic woman can't contain herself and jump around wildly around in a closed, padded area above someone else's bedroom!" Vegeta said as the volume of his voice came to its peak as he ended his sentence.

"Its called dancing!"

"Some dancing, woman. Jumping around like a moron, must be some dance you learned from Kakkarott." He snorted.

"Actually, I didn't for your information. If you would listen to the music, it is called head-banging!" I said to him informatively.

"Head-banging…. Against what?" Vegeta asked with a smirk.

"Why must you saiyans be so obsessed with violence?"

"Because we are a warrior race. We aren't obsessed, but it used to be that if you had no strength, you were useless. And, that's still the way it is anyways." Vegeta said matter-of-factly.

"Whatever. Look, I am just going to continue my dancing." I said. I was about to shut the door when Vegeta urgently commanded that I open the door again.

"What?"

"SHUT-UP WOMAN!" He said loudly. I was taken aback. He told me to open the door, and then when I do he screams at me. I rolled my eyes. I began to pay closer attention to what Vegeta was doing. His ears were perked up, and his eyes seemed to be searching his brain for something.

"I have heard these sounds before." Vegeta said quietly.

"What sounds? OH, the music!" I said.

"You play this music in that floating car capsule thing don't you?" Vegeta asked curiously.

"Yeah… How did you know?"

"Woman, you misjudge the senses of the saiyan race. We have superior smell, hearing and eyesight. Including other things." I laughed at what he could possible mean by that. He glared at me, and I stopped. "Anyways woman, what is the sound called?" The song then switched to "Awake" By Godsmack.

"This sound is called Godsmack. The one before it was called Disturbed." I told him. I felt like I was teaching a five year old the difference between an apple and an orange. I was enjoying it very much so considering that the one that I was teaching was Vegeta.

"Godsmack and Disturbed sound good for the mood I am in now. Turn it up louder." Vegeta said with a swift turn, and then he headed back down the stairs to his bedroom, I supposed. I turned around and I turned up the volume. I decided not to jump around because Vegeta might come storming upstairs again and I really wasn't looking forward to that happening.

So he liked the music! Now he seems slightly normal than he was before, aside from being Saiyan Prince of Bastards. I still can't believe that he had the nerve to laugh at my hickey. I wonder what was so funny about it though?

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