Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Attack of the body snatchers. ( Chapter 22 )

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Show Him How

Chapter 22

Attack of the body snatchers.

Last Time: Gomer goes friggin' nuts…

"You stole her, and then you left her! And now I'm going to do the same thing to you! I'm going to steal this woman's heart from you! And then I'm going to break her!"

"You can't do that!" Bulma screamed, struggling.

"Oh, but I can! I claim you, as my own. We will be wed tomorrow." Gomer stated, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

"You're crazy!"

"Hmm…that's what Gomer said before I killed him."

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"What?! ?" Vegeta growled. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, I suppose I forgot to tell you, Vegeta…I'm not Gomer…" the thing laughed. "I'm only wearing his body!" Bulma was pushed away, and she fell to the ground with a shriek.

There was a sickening rip as two scaly, clawed green hands pushed themselves out of Gomer's mouth, stretching it out like rubber. A hairless head pushed itself out next, along with a pair of thin shoulders. The scaly creature then wriggled the rest of its body out, discarding Gomer's body as if it were a pair of pants. The thing kicked it's 'disguise' aside, the body rolling limply along the ground as its limbs tangled together.

"Allow me to introduce myself…" The creature laughed, his wide eyes blinking. "I am Mortipus, Chairman of the High Council of Rebol, a planet you destroyed!"

Vegeta's eyes were fixed upon the crumpled body of his old friend, and his whole body shook with rage. "GOMER!!!" He screamed, pouncing at the little green creature. It stood only three feet tall, with stringy, brittle looking limbs, and in his rage, Vegeta forgot the first rule of combat. Never underestimate your opponent.

"Not so fast." Mortipus laughed, holding one hand out toward Vegeta, who was instantly stopped. "You forget, Vegeta, that I am a Rebolian Councilor. I have powers that the rest of my people did not! And I fully intend to use them to rip you to shreds…"

"Go to hell." Vegeta snarled, trying to move forward. "I'll kill you!" He yelled angrily, powering up into Super Saiyan. "I swear I'll rip your head off of your body with my own hands!" The burst of power managed to break the 'wall' holding him back, and Vegeta lunged forward again, slamming the little creature into one of the arena walls.

"You can't defeat me that easily!" Mortipus laughed, conjuring up another of his magic walls. Vegeta slammed into the invisible structure and screamed as an electric current raced through his body, throwing him back several meters.

"You'll pay for that one." A blast was let loose from Vegeta's glowing palm, but it hit Mortipus' wall and was absorbed. "Kuso…" Vegeta hissed. "I need to distract him so that he can't keep those damn walls up…"

There was a movement behind Mortipus, and Vegeta watched as Yubishawt slammed his fist into the creature's head, from behind.

"What the hell?" Mortipus yelled, turning around to see Yubishawt. Vegeta took the opportunity to gather up his power, releasing it in one blast, heading straight for Mortipus.

"BIG BANG ATTACK!!!" Vegeta screamed, unleashing the crackling energy.

"Holy Shit!!" Yubishawt wailed, grabbing Bulma and racing away from where the blast would hit. A tremor shook the ground as it impacted, and they were thrown across the battlefield. Bulma shrieked aloud, as Yubishawt cringed at her volume.

As the dust cleared, Vegeta floated slowly down to the ground, ready to attack again. He doubted that the little creature could have survived his blast, but Vegeta had learned long ago never to underestimate his opponents. Always expect them to get back up…

With a soft thud, Vegeta's boots touched the crumbling soil, just at the edge of the newly created crater. Down at the very bottom, Mortipus' battered body lay, twitching in the last muscle spasms before death. "I loved her…so much," he croaked. "From the first moment I saw her…even in your arms… She wouldn't give me the time of day but…but I loved her…and then…then…you hurt her so badly…" A tear ran down his blood-streaked face.

A blanket of silence enveloped the crowd as several thousand pairs of eyes watched the proud Prince's descent to the bottom of the crater. "You…should have known better Mortipus. Never cross a Saiyan…" Vegeta whispered, almost as if he were feeling the creature's pain for himself. "I can't forgive you for what you've done to Gomer…"

"I'll see you in hell, bastard…" The tiny creature croaked, his breath coming in straining, ragged gasps. A strange looked passed ever so quickly across Vegeta's sharp features, but then a sad, ironic sort of smirk spread slowly across his face.

"So be it…" he whispered quietly, raising his hand to shoot a tiny glowing beam through Mortipus' head, penetrating the hard skull and rendering the brain useless. Large eyes rolled back in their sockets as the chest rose and fell one last time. And then Mortipus was dead.

Silently, Vegeta turned and walked out of the crater toward the empty shell of Gomer's body. Solemnly, he gathered the limp thing in his arms, and, walking across the arena gave it to Toomar, who would arrange for a proper, honorable burial.

Yubishawt picked himself up off the ground, then hauled Bulma to her feet as well, just as Vegeta was approaching them.

"Yubishawt…" Vegeta locked eyes with the other man, extending his hand out; a rare gesture for the Saiyan no Ouji.

"Vegeta…" Yubishawt nodded, and grasped the outstretched hand, giving it one firm shake before releasing his grasp and walking away. There was a sort of understanding between the two men, Bulma could sense, but before she had time to reflect upon it, a gloved hand tentatively touched her cheek.

"You're hurt." Vegeta murmured, wiping a tiny bit of blood from her face.

"So are you." She reached over and smeared some of his blood on her own fingers. Mortipus' energy wall had injured him.

"It's only a scratch."

Bulma smiled a sad little grin. Her Prince was back to his old self, but there was a haunted look in his eyes…sadness in his heart. He had just lost his best friend, and it was a pain Bulma knew all too well. However, she had been able to wish her friends back…

"Come…" Vegeta said simply, turning to walk away. And Bulma did…she would follow him anywhere. Right now though, his destination seemed to be his room.

"Ve…Vegeta…what are we doing?" They had just entered his private quarters.

"You're hurt." He muttered, padding into the bathroom, to return quickly with a first aid kit. He sat her down in a chair and knelt on the floor, pulling out a bottle of antiseptic and a few cotton swabs. Gently, he cleaned the minor cuts she had gotten as a result of being blown back by his blast, shushing her as she whimpered from the sting of the alcohol.

Vegeta looked up at the tiny woman as she whimpered; his emotions all a flutter in a confused haze. He needed to touch her…to hear her cry out with desire for him…He needed her love more than ever before…

"You should go bathe yourself." He said quietly, taking in her appearance. She was all dusty and dirty. "The bathroom is through that door over there and there are drying cloths in the cabinet." He stood up and backed nervously away from her.

"Umm…okay…" Bulma stood up and padded over to the bathroom. Vegeta watched the door shut; with a slight 'click' and moments later he heard the sound of water running. With a sigh, he shuffled over to his dresser and pulled out some fresh clothing, a plain shirt and pants with the Strata Phon insignia on them.

With a sigh, Bulma rinsed the last bit of conditioner out of her hair and turned off the water. Greeted by a slight chill, she stepped daintily out of the shower and onto the soft, padded bath mat. Quickly wrapping a fluffy white towel around herself, she padded over to the fogged up mirror and wiped a large area free of the condensation with her hand. Digging around in a drawer, she found a comb and ran in through her hair, freeing the azure locks of any tangles.

After drying herself off and dabbing a bit of moisturizer on her face, Bulma was about ready to leave, when she realized that she didn't have any fresh clothing. What she had been wearing was filthy and torn, and hardly fit to wear.

Spotting the black silk robe Vegeta had been given on Imtar, she pulled it over her own shoulders, grimacing at the way it hung off of her small frame. She fancied herself quite the drowned rat in Vegeta's robe, but no matter; it was the only available piece of clothing, unless she wanted to traipse around Vegeta's quarters in nothing more than her towel.

Vegeta cracked one eye open and sat forward a little in his chair as he heard the door open. Bulma stepped out, wearing his robe, and looking absolutely delectable in it as well. The thing was much too big for her in the shoulders, but a little tight in the bust, so the end result was quite a sight to see. The black silk stretched tightly across her bosom, accenting jutted out little nipples, while the top kept slipping off of her small shoulders.

"Umm…I'm sorry, about the robe…" Bulma mumbled, blushing, "But when I got out of the shower, I realized that I had nothing to wear…"

"Whatever." Vegeta shrugged. In truth, he wished he had not left that robe in there. Then she really wouldn't have had anything to wear. Standing up, he crossed the room quickly to stand in front of her. "Tell me…" he said suddenly, "what ever happened between that human and yourself?"

"We…we just sort of…well, broke up…" She squirmed, his nearness sending tingles down her spine.

"Were you sad?" He circled her body and stopped for a moment, running his fingers across her bared shoulder.

"Umm…I guess I was…for a while…"

"Are you now?" Vegeta whispered in her ear, stopping his circles to stand behind her, his chest to her back.

"N…no…"

"Good…" The Saiyan no Ouji whispered, his lips pressing gently against her smooth neck. He wanted her so badly…he could barely contain himself. Grasping her hip with one hand, he pulled her closer to him, hearing her little gasp.

"Ve…Vegeta…we shouldn't…we can't…" Bulma whimpered, feeling Vegeta's hardened self pressed against her behind.

"Why not?"

"Wh…what about all that stuff with Yelta…what about the woman you've come here to mate with?" She was desperately trying to give herself a reason to pull away, but couldn't bear to wrench herself from the Saiyan's grasp.

"Silly woman…" Vegeta purred. "She doesn't matter now…nothing does…" he flattened his hands on her abdomen as he whispered into her ear. "All that matters is that you are here, and so am I, and we are…" he drew his tongue gently along her ear, "all alone…"

"And? Why should that matter?" Bulma whispered back, her breast heaving with excitement.

"It matters, woman, because I'm going to kiss you." The Prince murmured. "And if you should choose to resist me, you have my word that I won't ever bother you again…"

"And if I let you continue? What then?"

"Then," he chuckled, "we shall both be very tired come tomorrow morning, and you'll likely not be able to walk properly for a month…" he trailed off as he nibbled a path from her ear to her shoulder.

"And after that Vegeta?" Bulma questioned, even as his fingers untied the sash of the robe, allowing the silky garment to fall to the floor at their feet. "What happens after tonight?" She gasped as Vegeta turned her body around, pushing her against the wall as he began to nibble and toy with her breasts. "Answer me, Vegeta!"

The Saiyan no Ouji paused in his ministrations, just long enough to ask one single question. "Do you like children?"

"Ch…Children?" Bulma gasped, her eyes widening.

"Hai…I want a son."

"Vegeta…"

"Hai?"

"Stop it."

MWA HA HA HA HA!!!! Evil, evil, evil cliffhanger!!! Whoo! Actually, to tell you the truth, I've had this particular cliffy planned since before I started writing the fic! Hee hee! Kitty strikes again!

Next Time: Oh dear…what's gonna happen to our almost-couple now??? Is Vegeta gonna freak out? Is Bulma gonna break down? Is anyone ever gonna have sex??? Find out next week, in the next installment of Show Him How!!

Question!!!

Was this chapter the first time Vegeta went Super Saiyan?

Nope! If you go back and read the first chapter, it says that the ship they got blasted off in is the same one that Vegeta used during the trip where he went Super Saiyan. 3rd Paragraph, second part (after Bulma wakes up again).