Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Stir-fry. ( Chapter 26 )

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Author's Note: Hey everybody! I'm finally back! I'd just like to thank all of you for being so supportive of me during my little break-down…*giggle* But I'm back to normal now, so hopefully I won't freak out again…Anyway, thanks to all of you who sent me emails, and reviewed (even though I asked ya not too…*giggle*). You really brightened my day.

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Show Him How

Chapter 26

Stir-fry

Last Time: Vegeta decides to take Bulma with him on a trip to find Gomer's girlfriend, and Poro has been found and put into a regeneration tank.

"So you're all set to go…" Toomer rocked slightly on the balls of his feet, transferring his weight slowly from the heel to the toe and back. "Remember, it's in the Uyfer Quadrant…"

"I know." Vegeta smirked. "I'm not a boy any more Toomar. I've traveled to the far corners of the Universe and back…I can find my way to the Uyfer Quadrant with my eyes closed."

"Vegeta, when you were a boy, you were already a man inside…and now that you're a man, you're turning into a boy inside." Toomar winked. "And I'm sure we both know who to thank for that."

The Saiyan no Ouji flushed slightly and scowled at his former mentor. It irritated him beyond belief that the man would have the gall to tease him about Bulma. "We'll be going now." He snapped, though there was an odd bit of laughter in his eyes. He wanted to smile and thank the other man for accepting and encouraging his choice to mate with such a weak little female, but he dared not compromise his pride in such a way.

"Have a good trip, and come back safe." Toomar smiled, then turned to Bulma. "You'll keep him out of trouble, won't you?"

"You have my word." She giggled back.

Vegeta huffed and led the way up into the Capsule Corp. ship, Bulma in tow. She skittered nervously as the hatch closed behind her with a loud hiss, realizing that she would once again be alone in close quarters with the Saiyan.

Carefully, they strapped themselves into the seats, ensuring that there would be no danger of being thrown during takeoff. Vegeta gave the verbal command, and the ship's engines started up, rumbling and rocking. Bulma squeaked in fright, unreasonably spooked by the violent motions, and reached out, grabbing Vegeta's hand in her mad flailing. He was a little surprised, but allowed her to hold on to him, as there was no one about to see them.

When the rumbling and shaking finally died down, Vegeta gently dislodged his hand from hers and unbuckled himself, standing up and stretching. Trembling, Bulma managed to unbuckle herself as well, and stand up, though she was shaking slightly. Everything that had happened lately was just building up and she was a wreck. She took a few steps, wobbly and uncertain, letting out a cry as the ship lurched suddenly, throwing her into Vegeta's arms.

She steadied herself, her cheeks quickly flushing crimson. "I…gomen…" she muttered, raising her head to find him staring down at her. He studied her face carefully, taking note of the hollows beneath her eyes, and the strained pallor of her face.

"Go to the bottom deck and get some rest." He told her, turning her body and giving her a gentle push toward the ladder. She nodded passively and made her way down the rungs as Vegeta turned away to the ship's console. He called up a map and quickly made a decision, plotting a course that the ship would easily follow toward the refugee colony.

Down below, Bulma was pulling her shirt off, the jeans she had been wearing already in a heap on the floor. Quickly, she jumped into the bed and curled up in the blankets, shivering. It was cold in the lower decks when one was wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Finding herself unable to sleep though, she called up a vid-screen and picked a movie to watch.

About a half-hour into Grease, she heard footsteps clanking against the metal grating of the floor in the tiny hallway, and poked her head out to see Vegeta coming into the room. His face was drawn and tired, his eyes dull and his stance slouching. He walked slowly toward the bed, pulling off his shirt as he went, tossing it to the side. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots, one by one, then wriggled out of his pants and crawled under the covers with Bulma, clad only in his black silk boxers.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and snuggled up to her little body, sighing with pleasure. Much to her chagrin, Bulma felt an all too familiar heat building up between her legs at his close proximity, but attempted to ignore it as she tried to concentrate on her movie.

As the ending credits rolled over the vid-screen, Bulma commanded it to shut off, and it did, leaving her in the darkness. All the lights had been shut off earlier as she had been tying to sleep. Turning around in his arms, she saw that Vegeta was asleep, his eyes closed and his muscles slack. He looked so peaceful and calm, his breathing deep and even.

Slowly, Bulma traced a finger down his jaw, marveling at the strength the Saiyan possessed. It was absolutely amazing to her that such a gorgeous, strong creature could want her, even if it was just in grief. And what grief he must have been in, she thought, for him to depend on someone else rather than bottle his hurt up inside.

It had been very wrong of her, she reflected, to have made love to him the previous night. What he needed at the moment was someone to talk to, someone to comfort him, rather than a woman who couldn't keep her hands off of him. She knew that he had been the dominant force in their coupling, but she saw it as her fault, because she hadn't stopped him. People did strange things, she knew, in their grief, and she was certain that he would regret it when he regained his senses, and would be upset with her for taking advantage of his weak state.

I knew he was upset…and I still allowed him to make love to me…he'll be furious when he realizes just what you've allowed him to do…He came to mate with another woman, Bulma, and you had sex with him… He's going to think I'm some sort of filthy whore when he's back to himself. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I so desperate?

She watched him sleep for a few minutes more, eyes brimming with tears. "No…it's not desperation, is it?" she whimpered to herself. "It's love…" She sniffled, wiping away her tears, only to have more fill her eyes. "Damn it, Vegeta…why can't you love me like I love you?"

Vegeta awoke alone a few hours later, though he could tell his woman had only left him shortly before. Her scent was still fresh on the bedding. Along with that though, he could smell food, meat, to be a little more precise. Rolling over, he grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled them on, then padded away, not bothering with his boots or shirt. He followed the scent of the meat down the hall toward the tiny kitchen, where Bulma was busy preparing a meal of chicken stir-fry.

Smirking, he wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. She sighed and leant back into him, but stiffened immediately as she remembered she was supposed to keep her distance from him. "How hungry are you." She switched her attention back to the food.

"Very…" he purred, noticing her sudden coldness, and trying to get her to warm up toward him. His lips descended once more on her neck and he nipped lightly, kissing at the skin where he would leave his mark after the hunt. She was still tensed, and it puzzled him. Why was she acting so oddly all of a sudden? He was pressed right up against her, nuzzling and nipping and doing all the things that usually made her flush and weaken in the knees, yet she was just standing there, stirring the stir-fry!

Determined to get a rise out of her, he allowed one hand to trail upward, gently massaging her breast as the other hand pulled her closer to him. He purred into her ear, blowing lightly into it, delighting in her shiver. However, she recovered quickly and began to stir the food again. Little did he know, she was trembling inside, using all of her strength just to resist the need growing within her.

Redoubling his efforts, he trailed one hand down from her waist to the button on her jeans, while the other hand continued massaging her breasts. His tail curled playfully around her thigh, gently squeezing, while it's tip flicked back and forth, tickling the back of her knee.

"Vegeta if you don't stop that I'm going to end up burning the food." Bulma snapped, her voice hard.

Eyes wide with surprise, Vegeta stopped all movement. Sniffing the air, he could clearly smell her desire for him, so why was she acting so cold all of a sudden? It didn't make the slightest bit of sense, unless she was angry with him for some reason…or perhaps…She couldn't regret their…coupling…could she?

With a snarl, Vegeta tore himself away from the little female he had become so enamoured with, and stormed out of the room to go find his shirt. He didn't even want to think that she didn't want him! How could she regret what they had done? She had willingly participated and obviously wanted to do it again, even if her mouth said the opposite. But…maybe it was just that…maybe she had enjoyed the physical lovemaking…but didn't want him.

"No." Vegeta stopped in the middle of the hallway, just outside of the bedroom. "I won't allow that. I'm not giving up on this."

Bulma stirred the meal, halfheartedly, trying to keep back sobs. Why did this always have to happen to her? Well, not the same exact situation, of course, but why couldn't she just find someone to love, and to love her back? It just wasn't fair! Every time she thought she had it made, something just always had to come up!

There was a time when she had thought herself to be in love with Yamcha, but then Vegeta showed up and she realized that what she felt for the human was simply childish affection. She found herself quickly in love with the cold prince, miserably trying to deal with the fact that she would never have the man she truly loved. And then, oh, then when she thought that maybe Vegeta might feel a little smidgen of something toward her, he revealed to her that he was planning to mate with another woman!

And this other woman, this mystery female, where the hell was she? The damn creature didn't even have the decency to show up so that Bulma could actually see them together and get on with nursing her broken heart! No, she had to be left alone with Vegeta, to forget that he had feelings for another woman, and to fall deeper in love with him!

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Kuso…" Bulma moaned, looking at the cloud of smoke wafting up toward the smoke detector. The stir-fry was ruined.

It was unbearably hot as Bulma stepped out of the ship, closely following Vegeta. They had just landed on the tiny refugee colony, where they were to find Gomer's girlfriend. "I'm not going to bother resetting your translator chip until we find the woman." Vegeta said gruffly, rubbing his neck. He had slept on the floor, unsure of whether or not it was a good idea to sleep in the bed with Bulma. "There are too many different languages spoken here, and it would be pointless to bother switching the settings every time we talked to someone new."

"Oh…Okay." Bulma replied, fanning herself with her hand. She had been outside only a few minutes, and already she was sweating like a pig! She encapsulated the ship; carefully placing the capsule into her pocket, then followed Vegeta into the little office where the affairs of the little docking port they had landed on were managed.

Rapidly, in a language Bulma could not understand, Vegeta asked the attendant a few questions, hoping the young man would have some useful information.

"Well, did he know anything?"

"Apparently, every time Gomer comes here, he gets on the transport vehicle that goes straight to the city of Cahalos." The Saiyan muttered, examining a large map of the area that was posted on the wall.

"Well then, I guess we're going to Cahalos, aren't we?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded. "Well, when is the next transport coming?" she wondered, looking out the window at the barren land surrounding the office.

"Transport? Woman, I'm not waiting for any damn filthy transport!" Vegeta laughed, sweeping her into his arms and taking off into the sky. She shrieked and clung to him, much to his pleasure, as he sped up and flew to higher altitudes.

"Do we have to fly so damn high?" Bulma whimpered into his ear, not daring to look down.

"How else will I be able to see where to go?" she shrugged in response, and in a quiet voice, he continued. "Do you think I'll let you fall?"

Bulma blinked in surprise at the soft tone of his voice, so innocent and young sounding. It was strange to hear it from his mouth. "N…no…" she stuttered, unsure of how to respond. She really didn't think he'd drop her, but it was just a reaction…

"Good." He said, pulling her closer to his body. "I would never hurt you." He murmured quietly, and was silent for the rest of the flight to Cahalos.

Bulma teetered slightly as Vegeta set her on her feet, grateful for his strong arms steadying her. "So what now?" she asked, once she was standing on her own. "We're in Caholos…what do we do now?"

"We hit the bars and restaurants, and ask about Gomer, and any women he may have been taking out." Bulma sighed…she knew they were in for a long day.

Impatiently, Bulma fanned herself with her hand as Vegeta spoke to the proprietors of the small flower shop. The last fifty places they had been to were all dead ends. Some had seen a man of Gomer's description with a woman, but had no idea who this woman was, or where they could find her.

"We're in luck, little one." Vegeta smirked, turning away from the small counter and flashing a piece of paper at her. "Turns out that Gomer took it upon himself to send his sweetheart some flowers before he left, and I've got the address he sent them to. I've even got her name."

"Finally," Bulma sighed, following Vegeta quickly out of the shop. She was eager to find this strange woman and get back to Strata Phon where she would have some time to wallow in her self-pity. Remp and Heque would cheer her up, she knew. Yuki was a wild card, but at least she was bearable, unlike the humid heat in the air.

Picking up his little human once more, Vegeta took to the air, heading toward the address on the little piece of paper. Bulma sighed and curled into him, the heat making her sleepy. "We'll be there soon. Don't fall asleep." The Saiyan no Ouji teased, watching her yawn a few times.

"Don't worry. I won't," she yawned again, resting her head on his shoulder. "Your arms aren't comfy enough." She closed her eyes, and promptly fell asleep.

"Come on, wake up." Vegeta nudged her. "We're here."

"Already?" Bulma blushed, running a hand through her hair, trying to fix it. Vegeta rolled his eyes, silently laughing at her, as he stepped toward the door and rapped three quick times against its wooden surface.

Next Time: Gomer's sweetheart and Bulma have a very meaningful talk on the ride back to Strata Phon, and Gomer's Ceremony of Passing is performed.

That's all for now folks! I meant to make this much longer, because I was on such a long break, but I had a problem with writing time…I had none…*giggle* But it is slightly longer than normal, so I hope you enjoyed it anyway!

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