Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ That Old Feeling ❯ The night Bra won't soon forget ( Chapter 5 )

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THAT OLD FEELING

Next scene opens up for us to see Bulma in a silky, baby blue nightgown that stopped at mid-thigh, pacing back forth in the bedroom of her suite. She just couldn't get Vegeta off of her mind this evening. Yamacha steps out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, cleaning his face with a towel.

"I was so proud of you today" he said not noticing her pacing. He tosses the used item into the bathroom and then realizes her anxiety. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing." She mumbled. Then she turned to face Yamacha. "Yamacha, can we go home?"

"I think I know why you're agitated."

"What do you mean?" Bulma said rather hasty.

"Well in Laymen's Terms…it's a rush from finally realizing all that anger toward Vegeta."

"Oh god." Bulma moaned as she sat down on the edge of the bed, knowing that her husband was about to go into one of his lectures again.

"No, do you remember, we talked about psychological mastery, and I know that you thought that I was just blabbering all the time, but now do you see what I meant? You had a tremendous act of separation individuation. You confronted your boogieman and faced your thoughts, now do you see how important talking is?"

Yamacha's speech still didn't have any effect on Bulma. Over the years she'd developed a method of ignoring her husband when she believed that his lectures had no significance to the situation she was in. All the while he talked, she kept thinking about Vegeta. Once she realized he stopped for a response from her, she came out of her thoughts.

"What? Oh, um, yes, yes it is important." Bulma said as she came back to reality.

"You finally overcame the narcissistic injury of that relationship and you, you felt the empowerment really up closer. Remember when I kept having that recurring dream about the wild dogs knowing at my genitals. Well before, I first thought that the wild dogs symbolized our future children. Now I realize that the dogs symbolize Vegeta, and my genitals symbolize…my genitals. But what I find…" Yamacha continued to ramble away into the living room, leaving Bulma by herself.

"(Sigh)" she went as she let herself fall on the bed. It was at times like these she questioned why she married the man in the next room in the first place. Then suddenly the phone rang. She picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Bulma…it's me." Came a gruff whisper.

"Oh God, what do you want?" she whispered back.

"I'm just curious about something."

"…What?"

"Does this mean we are speaking?"

Bulma put her hand over the phone to take a quick look at Yamacha, who was passed out on the couch in front of the blaring television. "Apparently."

"Ok good because I have to talk to you."

"No" she said a little too loudly, and said it again lower. "No"

"I'm not trying to start anything. Meet me downstairs in five minutes."

"You just want to sit and talk to me?" Bulma said sarcastically.

"Well yeah, don't you think it's the perfect end to a sinister night?"

"Sinister? You call sexual attraction to me sinister?"

"Alright, calamitous."

Bulma had to put a hand over her mouth to stop the incessant giggles that escaped from her. Once she regained herself, she hung up the phone. Scene changes.

This scene shows us Bra and Ken asleep in their bed. Well…Ken was asleep. Bra was fully awake and fully disappointed. It was the night of their wedding she still hadn't lost her virginity. `Maybe he's waiting for the honeymoon.' She thought. They'd slept in the same bed before, but Ken respected her wishes to not engage in intercourse until after the wedding. Bra made an attempt to fall asleep. As soon as she shut her eyes, they quickly opened up to the vibration of her room being shaken. At first she thought it was a relatively low pointer earthquake, but soon heard screams of pleasure. This went on for over a half an hour before things started to settle down. Bra was wide-eyed in astonishment and shock. She knew of only one couple that could create such an…a… she couldn't even put it into words. `But it can't be…they couldn't be…they…' she looked over and saw Ken who amazingly slept through the whole ordeal.

"Ken" nothing. "Ken honey wake up." Still nothing. Bra got out of bed and filled up a glass of cold water. She then promptly threw it on him. "Ah!" (A/N: That got him.) "Ken, I want you to check on something for me." "Can't it wait `til morning Bra?" "No it can't! I think my parents are together in the next room. How do I know this? Because the whole time you were asleep, I listened to them give it to each other for practically an hour!" "Be reasonable Bra. That couldn't possibly have been your parents in the same room having a high old time." "Well you're going to tell me which it is by confirming my suspicion." "…You want me to look?" "Yes, go over the balcony railing and check the next room over." " I am not going to spy on some poor couple…" he was cut off by Bra giving him a glare that Vegeta would be proud of.

The next scene shows Ken holding onto the railing, about to jump onto the next Balcony platform. He jumps and makes it. Ken peeks in through the balcony window. The shades are drawn but there was a space big enough for him to get a good view of Bulma and Vegeta, in the nude, making out big time on their bed. Ken didn't want to see any more and went back to Bra.

"Well?" Bra said anxiously.

"You were more than right."

"Oh my God!"

"I thought they hated each other?"

"Well they're suppose to. They did, they have." Soon the room started shaking again. "Oh God," Bra groaned, "I cannot stay here. I will not stay here and listen to my parents having sex on my wedding night."

"I'm not leaving. Tell them to leave."

"No, I'm not going to walk in on them while they're…" she was cut off by Bulma and Vegeta's screams of ecstasy. Bra's face turned green as she ran to the bathroom.

(A/N: Poor Bra. This just isn't her night. So, what do you all think? Review and tell me. See ya'll next week.)