Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Mrs. Briefs, you so craaazy! ( Chapter 20 )

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Author's Note: Hey everybody! Hope you like this chapter! I don't really have much to say… We all know this chapter is late, and I know, a bunch of you wanted me to post 2 chapters this weekend, but well, I'm sorry! I can't! See, I've been incredibly busy for the last couple of weeks, and I haven't had time to write…All the time I have had has been going into my Halloween fic, which is still not done…It'll be out when I get the chance! Really, it will!

*Special thanks to Vegetababe, Eric Jacobson, and Kat8125 for beta-ing*

Show Him How

Chapter 20

Mrs. Briefs, you so craaazy!

Last Time: Things get a bit hot in the training room between Bulma and Vegeta, but they're interrupted by the arrival of Yubishawt, Vegeta's old rival.

Bulma sighed as she stripped off her clothing. She was standing in the middle of the locker room, but there was no need to be bashful, as she was the only one there. It would have been quite an embarrassment if she weren't alone though, for her body was very obviously still aroused, and even Bulma could smell her own scent as she pulled off her panties.

"Kami…what am I going to do…I mean, I want him so badly…" she whimpered, stepping into one of the shower stalls. "But he's here to mate with someone else…" she sighed as the hot water came pouring out and ran down her form, cleansing off the sheen of sweat covering her body.

"Maybe…maybe if I let him have me just once…"

She was still so hot, and thinking about Vegeta made her sweat with desire. His hands had felt so good on her body…not to mention his tongue. Bulma began to wonder, as she lathered shampoo in her hair, what that tongue could do to other parts of her body…how it would feel to have him between her legs, sliding all wet and hot over her most intimate place.

She whimpered and closed her legs, rubbing her thighs against each other as she tried to relieve some of the ache between them. With a little sniffle, she sank to the floor and just sat there, letting the pressure of the water rinse her hair of the raspberry scented suds.

"Vegeta…" she groaned, spreading her legs a tiny bit as she moved her hand between them. Squeezing her eyes shut, she slipped two fingers into herself, and bit her lip to avoid crying out. With a tiny grunt, she pushed against her inner walls, desperately trying to relieve the pressure building inside of her. "Why…why won't it…go?" she whimpered, a salty tear escaping the corner of her eye as she rocked herself against her own hand. It was useless.

"So, where'd you pick up that little whore of yours?" Yubishawt sneered, leaning against the wall.

"Fuck you." Vegeta snarled, absolutely livid. No one insulted his soon-to-be mate and got away with it.

"I believe that's the girl's job." Noticing that Vegeta was prepared to rip his head off, Yubishawt laughed. "Don't think you can fight me now, Vegeta, or your class will be disqualified from the tournament, and you'll be shamed forever!"

The Saiyan no Ouji growled, knowing his rival was right. If he beat the hell out of Yubishawt, then people would think it was so his own fighters would have a better chance in the tournament, and so they would all be disqualified. He wouldn't do that to them.

"Oh I know that." Vegeta smirked. "But don't worry, we'll still be there to beat your students…and afterwards, I plan on personally beating the shit out of you in the Trainer's competition." His tail lashed dangerously behind him, snapping back and forth like a whip.

"Hah…in your dreams."

"Feh, I have the power to make my dreams come true, Yubishawt, and you would be wise to remember that." Vegeta turned to the ladies room door, where Bulma was emerging. "I'll see you at the tournament." He motioned for Bulma to move faster, which she did, and stalked out of the training room.

"Yes, you'll see me at the tournament, Vegeta…" Shale eyes flashed angrily. "And you'll regret ever laying eyes on me."

There was little conversation as the two walked silently toward the dormitories, the night air chilling still damp bodies quickly. Bulma moved closer to Vegeta, hoping, for once that he would catch the scent of her arousal and invite her back to his room. He had his own personal dorm room. Being an old friend of the Dean's, and such a known entity, had its perks.

Her move did not go unnoticed by the Saiyan no Ouji, who flared his ki slightly, just enough to extend some of his bodily warmth to the woman, without creating the common burst of light associated with powering up. He couldn't help but to smirk as she sighed, a little in pleasure at the comfortable warmth, and a little in frustration. He knew exactly what she wanted, her scent assaulting his nostrils with a fierce intensity. She was glad to be warm, but she wanted more than warmth, she wanted heat. The heat of two bodies passionately entwined within an age old ritual, present within every culture and mobile life form.

However, he realized after recovering from his initial lusty rage that tonight would not be a good time to take her. She had to be stronger. And so, he resolved himself to wait.

"Goodnight, Bulma. Sweet dreams." Vegeta teased, his eyes flashing as they stopped near the doors of the women's dorm. "See you tomorrow evening." And with that he left, desperately fighting the urge to run back and take her right there on the concrete steps.

Bulma sighed and trudged inside the building after her Saiyan had disappeared into the shadows. She was soaking between the thighs, and briefly she wondered, as she walked through the door of her room, whether any of her roommates had a sense of smell as strong as Vegeta's.

"WHOA!" Yuki cried, laughing, as Bulma walked in. "Somebody wants some tonight!"

Shit…

Heque sniffed the air delicately then, eyes shining mischievously, smirked at the Human woman. "If you really want it that bad, I wouldn't mind going down on ya."

"Wha…What???" Bulma gasped.

"Yeesh Heque, leave her alone!" Remp sighed. "Sorry about that Bulma…Heque's well…"

"You're a lesbian?!?" Heque just smirked in response. "But…but you were saying how cute Vegeta was when we got here…"

"She's…" Remp winced, trying to find the right words. "She's…well, let's just say Heque here swings both ways…"

"Oh…" Bulma flushed.

"Does it bother you?" Heque asked innocently, twiddling her hair.

"No! No…sorry…I was just well, surprised is all…"

"No worries! I won't jump ya! It's obvious you're head over heels for Vegeta sama anyway." There was an all around giggle, as the human woman blushed and squirmed in embarrassment, still terribly aroused from the night's earlier events.

"I'm just going to go to bed now, if you don't mind." She sighed.

"Wait! You can't just leave us here, wondering what the hell happened!"

"Well…I…err…See, Vegeta and I…well, we were training and…well…we sort of well…I…someone walked in…and well…nothing ended up happening…" Bulma stuttered, her face turning a lovely shade of scarlet. "It's sort of…complicated…"

The girls nodded, though in truth, Bulma's 'explanation' had confused them even more.

"I'm sorry…I just…I'd rather not talk about it right now…"

Meanwhile, back on Earth…

"What do you mean, Bulma's missing?" Yamcha cried. He had been worried about Bulma, as she hadn't been returning any of his phone calls for two weeks. At first he had thought that she was still a little miffed over their break-up, but this was too much!

Dr. Briefs squirmed in his seat, very uncomfortable while the stern faces of the Z-senshi glared down at him, waiting for an answer. They were all there, even Piccolo had turned up to hear news of what had happened to the loud mouthed Bulma…of course, being Kami's counterpart, he already knew what had happened. He just wanted to watch everyone else freak out, especially Yamcha, when they found out exactly what had happened to Bulma, where she was, and whom she was with.

"Well, Yamcha…She's not exactly…missing…" Dr. Briefs stuttered. "Vegeta's ship was malfunctioning, you see, and well, when Bulma was fixing it, she and Vegeta somehow managed to launch themselves into space…"

"SHE'S ALL ALONE IN SPACE WITH VEGETA!?!?!?!?!" Yamcha cried, eyes wide.

"Oh, she's with Vegeta?" Mrs. Briefs turned to her husband. "You didn't tell me she was with Vegeta! Oh, he's such a nice young man! Maybe Bulma's finally come to her senses and realized what a good husband he could make! Oh just imagine it, honey! They must have gone off into space to elope!" She tittered, clapping her hands together.

"B…Bulma and Vegeta?" Yamcha stuttered, then laughed. "Don't be silly! Those two would kill each other before they got together!"

Goku tried to hide a smile as he exchanged a knowing glance with Piccolo.

Next Time: The tournament begins…

Ohhh! Mrs. Briefs, you don't know how right you are! Heh heh heh…That's all for now! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!!

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