Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Lining ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Bulma's eyebrows both lifted up a notch, "You want a desk?"

Vegeta nodded.

"What do you need a desk for?"

"Why does it matter? I want a desk," the man smirked, and to Bulma it seemed a bit more lecherous than usual.

So ... her eyes bulged out slightly. He did find some woman! Someone not me ... Well, I guess that I'm happy for him, but the least he could've done was tell me! No wonder he hasn't been putting out as much. Sighing, she relaxed her cheeks before she smiled, "Right, Vegeta. I'll get you a desk. Just ... next time you find another girl, tell me."

His eyes widened almost comically, and she laughed, tapping his nose. With a grunt, he turned away, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Aw! Poor baby. You're embarrassed."

"I am not!" He spun around to face her, shouting, "You're just an irritating sow!"

Again, she laughed in his face, "And you're an irrisistable monkey man. So, is she cute?"

"What makes you think that there's another?"

"The desk."

"... That's a lame reason."

"You're the one with the stupid grin on your face! If there's not another woman, then - then ... then you-"

He interrupted her smoothly, "You aren't jealous, are you?"

"Of course not!" She flushed, "I just thought it was about time you started recking other women's sleeping habits. I mean, it's not like we're getting any younger."

"... No ... we're not. In fact, it's just the opposite for you."

Her back straightened, "I'll have you know I'm still at my prime, Vegeta! There are hundreds of men lined up at my door, but the only reason that I've done nothing is that you're still around. I thought you'd freak out on them, and go ... well, ape."

Snarling, he shook his fist, "Stop with the monkey remarks!"

"It's the truth though. I always thought you would be some territorial prick!" Bulma shrugged, "Go ahead. Steal me away from Yamucha, and give me a son, and then go off and find some other unsuspecting girl to impregnate."

"Wait," he started, "do you want to go back to that weakling?"

"Grrrah! Of course not!" She raged.

Beginning to turn to walk away, he brushed it all away with a wave of his hand, "Then why are you complaining?"

She pouted, glaring at his pompous back with his pompous ass swinging, "... I just want to meet your little girlfriend!"

"You can't."

"Aha!" His shoulders hunched in sudden realization as Bulma continued her assault. "So there is another woman! I knew it!"

Stopping, and looking over his shoulder, his eyebrow twitched sporadically, "How do you do that?"

"Ho ho ho ho!" (A/N: Remember this laugh? It's one of my favorites. She actually does laugh like that!) Bulma held out her hand, fingers in the traditional sign of victory, "Trade secret, my friend! ... Now tell me!"

Gohan looked up from her book, paused, and then sneezed hard.

Groaning, she rubbed her nose, "Ow ...... Huh?" Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted lavender - and seeing as how Gohan wasn't attuned to the whole pink and purple craze of other girls her age, and thus had hardly any of said colors in her room - she turned her head, jumping in startlement, "Gyah!"

Trunks mumbled, "Sorry, Gohan-kun."

"Tru - Trunks! What a surprise," she stuttered. "Goten's in his room."

"I know."

"Uh ... is there something wrong?"

He stepped over closer, and - being only five - leaned his chubby cheek against the edge of the desk, "Wanted to talk to you about something."

"What is it?"

His eyes went to her book on the desk idly, and began poking at it, "My mom and dad are acting really weird."

She forced away the flush that tried to rise to her cheeks, "Ah ... 'weird?'"

"Yeah," he scowled, and Gohan could see Vegeta in that face with Bulma's hair on top, feeling a surge of guilt. "I think they're fighting about something, but I'm not sure what ... and Dad got a desk."

The next blush was expected to be hard for her to hold back, What's he thinking!? In his own home!? "A ... a desk, huh?" Gohan laughed nervously, "That's silly ... are you sure?" For a moment, she wanted to slap herself for sounding much too eager.

"Yeah, it's huge." While Gohan paled, mixed feelings swirling in her gut to upset it, Trunks went on unknowingly, "It's, like, three times bigger than yours!" In his home! His room! In Bulma's house! Trunks cupped the side of his mouth with one hand, whispering even though they were completely alone, "I heard Mom and Dad talking about it before they got it. They were shouting again and stuff."

If that didn't stop her embarrassed and giddy face from becoming anymore red, nothing ever would. The full force of just what she was doing to their family was slapping her harder than ever with Trunks' curious and confused face with in from of her, and telling her the personal happenings of Capsule Corp. I'm not just hurting Bulma's trust though. I'm hurting Trunks-chan! And now Vegeta's got a desk to help further harm them! I know that he's not happy with his impromptu family, but he can't just give up on them. He can't go on like this. I can't go on like this! We're over and done with! Vegeta is just going to have to use that new desk of his with Bulma. "... Ne, Trunks-chan, why are you telling me all this?"

"I thought you'd know why Dad's being weird."

"Huh? But why?"

"You've been around him a lot. I can smell it."

"Uh ... we've just seen each other around. Just that. Nothing special, really!"

"Oh ... hey, you're smart, right? If you can think up why they're being weird, can you tell me?"

"Yeah ... yeah, sure I will, Trunks-chan." In fact, I'll go one step further! I'll make it all better again. I have to tell Vegeta ... I wonder how he'll take it though ... As Trunks gave her a goodbye, and left her room, she leaned back in her chair, and chewed her pinky nail, He went through all the trouble to buy that ... that desk after all. He - He must really want to ... to ...

Ashamed, and half aroused, Gohan flopped her head against the desk, sighing loudly - not even able to think the words of what he wanted to do to her. The images kept flirting with her. There was no use for words for what Vegeta - the cocky bastard Prince of Saiyajin - would do to her if given a snowflake's chance in hell.

"...... This'll be harder than I thought."

"Ah-! ... Gohan-chan!" Bulma's voice floated through the house, and Vegeta's ears seemed to prick up at the mention of the female Saiyajin's name, "What's the occasion?"

He leaned against the wall in the hallway he was in to try to hear Gohan's answer, hoping against hope that she would stay long enough for some fun. "I - I thought it'd be fun to spar for a bit. I mean Trunks and Goten are going at it all the time."

Bulma's warm voice said, "Aw, feeling left out?"

"Mmhm, something like that. Vegeta is here, right?"

"Somewhere around here," Bulma laughed lightly. "Come in already. Want something to drink before you go spar?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you."

Smirking briefly before he wiped it clean off of his face to replace it with a dark scowl, Vegeta's feet carried him into the living room just as the two women came in. He grunted, "Why's the brat here?"

"She wants to spar with an asshole like you for some reason," Bulma jibed him.

His eyebrow twitched in annoyance, "Ch', what makes you think that you're up for a spar? You haven't fought since the Cell Games."

Gohan's face flushed in slight anger, "That doesn't mean that I've weakened."

"You've weakened considerably. I, on the other hand ..." he had pointed to his chest with his thumb, smirked, and then left it at that. "Now, if you were to be trained properly, you won't ever have that feeling of weakness." Just in your knees as you collapse to the ground before me on your hands and knees ...

"I just want a spar, Vegeta. Think you can handle that?"

He felt his scowl develope into a deeper one - more true as he was actually looking forward to giving her some training more befitting for one of her power, with the added bonus of bringing Gohan to her knees after a long, hard spar. "Whatever. Just come with me."

Smiling, Gohan waved to Bulma, and followed the Prince with his haughty gait. She wanted to crush his balls or worse for that lewd spark that had been in his dark eyes only moments before. They both entered the Gravity Room, and Gohan quietly shut the door behind her, the smile on her lips having faded barely a moment after leaving Bulma in the living room.

"So, did you actually want to spar, or should we get down to business."

"We need to talk."

He stopped short his stalking towards her, "Says who?"

"Your son's upset. He was talking to me about your - your desk, and that you and Bulma were fighting about it."

Snorting, he rolled his eyes, and turned his head aside so as to not look at her. Was he ashamed? "We're always fighting, Gohan; you know us."

Not shame, she thought in abject horror. He's sad! Oh, Dende, he's so sad, and lonely ...

"We're over now, you know," he said to her, "Bulma and I. There was a little tiff, but she was laughing half the time. She's already figured out that there's another woman. Now she's trying to figure out who."

"You're ... you're serious? No more 'Vegeta and Bulma?'"

"There was never really a 'Vegeta and Bulma.' I thought I already told you that once before," he looked up, and Gohan bit her lip, watching as his eyes latched onto her like a moth to a flame. His first step made her heart flutter, the second made her swallow, the third had Gohan smoothing down her shirt, and the fourth step had them pressed together.

A baritone voice broke into her, "They are fine without me. Better without me ... but you need me." He brushed his thumb over her cheek, and again she swallowed nothing.

"-you need me ... like I need you."

He moved so swiftly, Gohan wasn't even sure if he had actually even moved, but unexpectedly, she felt her back slam into something slightly curved and hard. It was the ceiling she found out when she blinked away her confusion - the cold metal cooling her even through her clothes. It was a sharp contrast to Vegeta's burning hot body against hers, his hips sinking between her legs.

Gohan moaned softly when he kneaded his hardening length between her legs, and she latched her arms around him for more support. Her neck felt as if he was trying to eat it what with how much he was chewing and salivating all over it, softening it, and she flushed while he worked his hands up underneath her shirt.

"Vegeta, wait ..." she gasped, and then writhed as he twisted one of her nipples. "S - Stop it ... I'm not in heat ..."

Giving one last hard suck, he looked up at her, "That doesn't mean that you can't want it, Gohan." His whole form stopped moving, causing her body to half fall atop his as he was no longer holding her up against the ceiling, and her face hovered just in front of his, the male whispering to her lips, "Tell me you don't want it then." Vegeta brought his hands up to pet her cheeks with fingertips, "Tell me that when there's absolutely nothing wrong with two Saiyajin fucking on the ceiling."

She wanted to laugh at that. Really, truly wished to laugh, but her voice caught in her throat, choking on her own air supply. His fervent eyes were burning holes into her eyes and through to the back of her head, reading her every naughty thought which crossed in her mind. All revealed to him with his heated gaze and her guilty, guilty mind.

"Vegeta, I-"

His whole body jerked down to the ground, stopping after falling only a foot, and she landed on top of him with an 'Oof!' Vegeta laughed, and then folded his arms behind his head as if he were in truth relaxing back on the ground, his arms as a pillow to prop his head comfortably.

Gaping at him, she pouted, mumbling, "Wasn't nice ..."

"Hmmmm ..." he made it sound more like a moan - maybe it had been, but she had heard wrong, "I know I'm not."

She gazed at him unsurely, watching as his eyes closed in serenity.

He looked so tranquil and at peace that Gohan was almost convinced that this was not the same man. This was not Vegeta, but some strange, handsome, smooth-faced, and august individual. This was what she thought ... until his mouth opened, "Are we going to fuck or not?"

Face pinkening, she smacked him, "Stupid!"

Gohan had meant to slap him anyway, but a lack of training showed once again that Vegeta was in his element in any kind of damage inflicting movements. Rasping against her neck as he pulled her neck to his lips, his voice caused a shudder to run through her, her insides wailing to be filled by the delicious man's member which still protruded against her thigh and center. "You can tell me that you want me too, Gohan. That's doubly fine with me. Otherwise, you'll just have to wait till you're in heat again for me ..." His dark charcoal eyes turned up to look into hers, "But I've been wondering ... can the two of us really wait that long?"

From MediaMiner:

malimillions: Mwah! o.o You again! ^-^ And with another long review! Yes, she's still in that nameless middle school with the red sailor fuku (which I like because I liked Rei from SM, and she wore a red sailor-ish fuku ...), and yes, as it says in the Chapter One, she's off to Orange Star next year. ^-^ Which means she gets to meet Videl, Sharpner, and ... that chick-that-hangs-around-Sharpner-but-I-don't-remember-her-name girl. That should probably be in this next chapter. I hope no one minds a little spoiler, but ... slumber party, anyone? And as for our poor dead boyos of the Saiyajin race ... Yup, Gohan was either mucho too young for them to even consider it, or - as I'm beginning to think happened when Paragus came along - they thought she was too weak being only demi Saiyajin. And well ... while he is my second favorite Saiyajin, Burori is totally insane - and he was too preoccupied with Gokuu. Also, I think that I like Gohan cute and short, so ... maybe she will grow a few inches, but no where near the height of her male form. ^-^ She fits under Vegeta better that way.

From AdultFanFiction:

Wow: Is your name really Wow, or is it just two different people just saying Wow? ^-^ Arigatou!

aphinna: I'll try.

shameika: I always try my best! ... While writing at any rate.

Shinna: ^^ Arigatou!

velika: o.O;; Really? I thought it was one of the most used up scenarios ... or maybe I'm partially thinking of other fandoms at the same time.

So, yay! Another little cliffhanger! What will Gohan tell Vegeta? ... Actually, I think you already know. ^_~ But how exactly will she say it?

I've got such a massive headache, it's not even funny. I'm going to ... forget what I was going to type! Grah! Oh, well. I don't think that I had much to say anyway.

Ja mata!

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