Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 8
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By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 289 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.29.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 289 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 8
“Chichi? Hi! It’s Bulma!”
“Bulma? Is everything ok, I haven’t heard from you in forever?”
“Yeah, Chich, it’s better than ok. I’m going out tonight! You wanna come?”
“Oh I don’t know, Bulma…Gohan has been having trouble sleeping lately and I’m not sure I want to leave him…”
“Oh Chichi he’ll be fine!” It was strange and comfortable at the same time. I could tell we’d been friends for many years.
“Listen, Chich, I’m going with Yamcha and I need you there to make sure nothing…happens.”
There was a long pause.
“Oh Bulma, I can’t believe you’re going out with him again. After you found him with Marron!”
So he did cheat on me.
“It’s just as friends, Chichi, which is why I need you to come along and make sure or that.”
I don’t know how, but I knew that this would pull the mom out of her.
“Ok Bulma, but I’m only going to make sure that creep doesn’t try anything.”
“Thanks Chichi, you’re the best. Be ready at 8pm. We’ll come and pick you up.”
I hung up and made a mad dash upstairs.
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Hours later I still sat at the vanity preening. I was so excited to go out and meet the people from this world; I had to look my very best.
I curled my hair into long, thick waves. My make up was understated, just eyeliner and lip gloss, because tonight I had an outfit to show off.
And what an outfit! I had never had the money to buy something like this so tonight I was celebrating. I had on a pair of designer jeans, boot cut, and a body hugging, strappy top that clung to my chest and then flared out at the waist, flowing around my thighs. It was black with flecks of gold throughout and I adored it.
At 6:45pm I slipped on some black stilettos and headed downstairs to find my purse.
At 6:46pm I bumped into Vegeta.
But I was determined not to let him ruin this night for me.
He was eating, as usual, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw me saunter into the kitchen.
I grabbed my purse without saying anything and headed to the living room to wait for Yamcha. Luckily Vegeta’s mouth was too full of food to stop me.
As he finished chewing a short beep was heard from outside and I ran to greet Yamcha, forgetting to be offended that he didn’t come to the door, just grateful to have narrowly missed another spar with Vegeta.
While Yamcha wasn’t happy when I broke the news that Chichi was coming, he did seem pleased as punch to see the outfit I was wearing. In fact, he was so busy admiring it that there were several times I had to tell him to keep his eyes on the road. Thankfully he became much more demure when Chichi got into the car. For all of his bravado, he still wasn’t about to piss off the one woman that most of our group was afraid of.
At the club I gave my name and a small tip to the host and we were immediately seated in the VIP section. I had never been to a club, much less a VIP section. I couldn’t contain the grin on my face.
Before long the waitress started bringing over bottles of Cristal, which we accepted gratefully. All except Chichi, who didn’t drink and also wanted to be sober in case Yamcha tried anything.
She was such a good friend.
An hour later I was rip-roaringly drunk. I pulled Yamcha onto the dance floor, eager to see what else this body could do. The music was loud and infectious and the alcohol was making it all seem so fuzzy and warm, so welcoming. I didn’t even notice when Yamcha’s hands went from my waist to my stomach, and then to my breasts, where he began caressing them, unnoticed by the throbbing crowd.
He slipped a hand under my blouse, slowly sliding up my stomach. I could feel his erection through his pants, and he was grinding it into my behind at almost a desperate pace. I protested weakly as his mouth reached my neck, licking up to my ear.
“You look so hot tonight, babe. I missed you so much…” he whispered in my ear, grinding himself against me.
And then I was pulled roughly away. Chichi’s hands were around my wrist and she was half leading, half dragging me back to the VIP section. When we got there she grabbed our purses and addressed a flustered Yamcha, who had chased us back, desperate to finish what he started.
“Yamcha, it’s time to go. Bulma’s drunk and it’s late.”
“B-but…” Yamcha was flustered, he was a little buzzed and it seemed to be making the effects of a yelling Chichi even more frightening.
“Ok…” he mumbled, as Chichi planted herself in front of him, hands on hips. “Let’s get going.”
He tried to put his arm around me as we walked to the car but Chichi, God bless her, quickly came between us.
“Alright lover boy, you know better than that. She’s drunk, so behave.”
“I’m not drrrruuunnk, Chich!” Why was it so hard to talk all of a sudden? In my world I rarely drank, and had never been drunk. “I was having fun! We should go back.” And with that I spun around and headed back before Chichi looped her arms around my waist and lifted me off the ground, turning me back towards the car.
“You’re strong, Chich! When did you get so strong? You’re strong like Goku strong! And you know what, you’re a great mom too, and a great friend. Oh Chichi I love you sooooo much!” I wrapped my arms around her neck, kissing her cheek, now content to let her lead me to the car.
She laughed in spite of herself.
“I love you too, Bulma. Now let’s get you home so you can sleep it off.”
And with one on either side of me, I let myself by led to the car and driven home.
We reached Chichi’s house and, after a stern warning from Chichi that Yamcha simply bring me home, no funny business, I was beginning to really feel the effects of the alcohol. My head was hanging loose on my neck and my whole body felt heavy and weightless at the same time. I wanted to sleep.
We reached my house and Yamcha let me out of the car.
“This is my house!” I said before I could stop myself. I was very drunk.
“Yeah it is; listen babe, you’re walking funny. Let me help you inside.”
“Oooooookkkk,” it was true, I was stumbling.
Yamcha used my keys on the lock and helped me into the living room, where he immediately pushed me against a wall and began kissing me deeply, his hands on my hips.
“Yamcha, stopppp…I told you I wanted to take it sloww…” I mumbled against his lips.
“Oh come on, babe, you can’t just dance with me like that and still want to be friends.” He said the word with a hint of disgust. “I know what you really want…” he whispered, slipping his hand down my pants.
I may have been drunk, but I knew I didn’t want this. I put my hands on his chest and tried pushing him away.
“Yamcha stop it. Please.” I whimpered. I was so tired, there was no way I could fight him. I prepared myself for the worst. “Yamcha!!” I tried to yell against his mouth. I was suddenly very afraid.
“Just relax, babe, I’ll be gentle.” He whispered, removing my hands from his chest and holding them at my sides.
“But you’re hurting me…”
His other hand reached my breast and then I felt nothing but air. Without him supporting me anymore I slid to the ground in a drunken pile, confused and exhausted, but grateful to be free.
I tried to make out what was happening, but it was too dark and I was too drunk. I heard feet shuffling. There was cursing and the front door opened and slammed shut again. And then I could make out Vegeta’s silhouette standing in front of me, his chest heaving slightly, hands balled in fists at his side.
“‘Geta!” I greeted him with a big dopey smile. “When did you get here? And where did Yamcha go?”
He rolled his eyes at that. “Woman, you are drunk.” He crossed his arm. “I threw the fool out.”
I looked down, slightly ashamed now.
“I told him to stop…” I looked away.
He snorted, and turned his back on me.
“Just go to bed, woman, he’s gone now.”
He began walking away and I went to join him, but fell back down upon standing. I laughed hysterically and rolled onto my back, holding my stomach.
“Help, I‘ve fallen and I can’t get up!” I laughed.
Vegeta turned around; looking at me with a mixture of amusement and disgust I didn’t think was possible in a face. He then sighed and made his way over to me, picking me up off the floor and leading me upstairs.
“Oooo Vegeta, you’re so strong!” I giggled, sounding more and more like Bunny than Bulma.
“Shut up, woman, and walk.”
We made it into the bedroom and he led me to the bed, anxious to get rid of the drunken woman hanging around his neck, but for some reason I couldn’t let go.
“Waaait…” I said. His face was now inches from mine.
“Woman, I can smell the alcohol on your breath, now go to sleep.”
I giggled at that. “Oh Vegeta, lighten up…” I could feel everything now. His arms were thick and warm. His body was tight as he bent over me, and he smelled delicious…and deadly. He tried to loosen my grip without injuring me.
But before he could I kissed him, deep and hard, bringing my body close to his and wrapping my legs around his waist. I dug my hands into his hair and pushed myself into the kiss.
He was stunned at first, but then he growled against my mouth and slowly began to kiss back, his arms tightening around my waist. I could feel his erection gradually building beneath his shorts. I snaked my hand between us to grip it, the alcohol given me brazenness I had never experienced in either world. I felt it through his spandex and began to move my hand against it, up and down, earning a low growl from Vegeta.
And then he dropped me.
“Ow!” I landed on the floor with a thud. “Vegeta!”
But he was already gone. I was alone in my bedroom.
‘Where did he go?’ was my last thought before drifting to sleep on the floor.
“Chichi? Hi! It’s Bulma!”
“Bulma? Is everything ok, I haven’t heard from you in forever?”
“Yeah, Chich, it’s better than ok. I’m going out tonight! You wanna come?”
“Oh I don’t know, Bulma…Gohan has been having trouble sleeping lately and I’m not sure I want to leave him…”
“Oh Chichi he’ll be fine!” It was strange and comfortable at the same time. I could tell we’d been friends for many years.
“Listen, Chich, I’m going with Yamcha and I need you there to make sure nothing…happens.”
There was a long pause.
“Oh Bulma, I can’t believe you’re going out with him again. After you found him with Marron!”
So he did cheat on me.
“It’s just as friends, Chichi, which is why I need you to come along and make sure or that.”
I don’t know how, but I knew that this would pull the mom out of her.
“Ok Bulma, but I’m only going to make sure that creep doesn’t try anything.”
“Thanks Chichi, you’re the best. Be ready at 8pm. We’ll come and pick you up.”
I hung up and made a mad dash upstairs.
******************************************************** **********************
Hours later I still sat at the vanity preening. I was so excited to go out and meet the people from this world; I had to look my very best.
I curled my hair into long, thick waves. My make up was understated, just eyeliner and lip gloss, because tonight I had an outfit to show off.
And what an outfit! I had never had the money to buy something like this so tonight I was celebrating. I had on a pair of designer jeans, boot cut, and a body hugging, strappy top that clung to my chest and then flared out at the waist, flowing around my thighs. It was black with flecks of gold throughout and I adored it.
At 6:45pm I slipped on some black stilettos and headed downstairs to find my purse.
At 6:46pm I bumped into Vegeta.
But I was determined not to let him ruin this night for me.
He was eating, as usual, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw me saunter into the kitchen.
I grabbed my purse without saying anything and headed to the living room to wait for Yamcha. Luckily Vegeta’s mouth was too full of food to stop me.
As he finished chewing a short beep was heard from outside and I ran to greet Yamcha, forgetting to be offended that he didn’t come to the door, just grateful to have narrowly missed another spar with Vegeta.
While Yamcha wasn’t happy when I broke the news that Chichi was coming, he did seem pleased as punch to see the outfit I was wearing. In fact, he was so busy admiring it that there were several times I had to tell him to keep his eyes on the road. Thankfully he became much more demure when Chichi got into the car. For all of his bravado, he still wasn’t about to piss off the one woman that most of our group was afraid of.
At the club I gave my name and a small tip to the host and we were immediately seated in the VIP section. I had never been to a club, much less a VIP section. I couldn’t contain the grin on my face.
Before long the waitress started bringing over bottles of Cristal, which we accepted gratefully. All except Chichi, who didn’t drink and also wanted to be sober in case Yamcha tried anything.
She was such a good friend.
An hour later I was rip-roaringly drunk. I pulled Yamcha onto the dance floor, eager to see what else this body could do. The music was loud and infectious and the alcohol was making it all seem so fuzzy and warm, so welcoming. I didn’t even notice when Yamcha’s hands went from my waist to my stomach, and then to my breasts, where he began caressing them, unnoticed by the throbbing crowd.
He slipped a hand under my blouse, slowly sliding up my stomach. I could feel his erection through his pants, and he was grinding it into my behind at almost a desperate pace. I protested weakly as his mouth reached my neck, licking up to my ear.
“You look so hot tonight, babe. I missed you so much…” he whispered in my ear, grinding himself against me.
And then I was pulled roughly away. Chichi’s hands were around my wrist and she was half leading, half dragging me back to the VIP section. When we got there she grabbed our purses and addressed a flustered Yamcha, who had chased us back, desperate to finish what he started.
“Yamcha, it’s time to go. Bulma’s drunk and it’s late.”
“B-but…” Yamcha was flustered, he was a little buzzed and it seemed to be making the effects of a yelling Chichi even more frightening.
“Ok…” he mumbled, as Chichi planted herself in front of him, hands on hips. “Let’s get going.”
He tried to put his arm around me as we walked to the car but Chichi, God bless her, quickly came between us.
“Alright lover boy, you know better than that. She’s drunk, so behave.”
“I’m not drrrruuunnk, Chich!” Why was it so hard to talk all of a sudden? In my world I rarely drank, and had never been drunk. “I was having fun! We should go back.” And with that I spun around and headed back before Chichi looped her arms around my waist and lifted me off the ground, turning me back towards the car.
“You’re strong, Chich! When did you get so strong? You’re strong like Goku strong! And you know what, you’re a great mom too, and a great friend. Oh Chichi I love you sooooo much!” I wrapped my arms around her neck, kissing her cheek, now content to let her lead me to the car.
She laughed in spite of herself.
“I love you too, Bulma. Now let’s get you home so you can sleep it off.”
And with one on either side of me, I let myself by led to the car and driven home.
We reached Chichi’s house and, after a stern warning from Chichi that Yamcha simply bring me home, no funny business, I was beginning to really feel the effects of the alcohol. My head was hanging loose on my neck and my whole body felt heavy and weightless at the same time. I wanted to sleep.
We reached my house and Yamcha let me out of the car.
“This is my house!” I said before I could stop myself. I was very drunk.
“Yeah it is; listen babe, you’re walking funny. Let me help you inside.”
“Oooooookkkk,” it was true, I was stumbling.
Yamcha used my keys on the lock and helped me into the living room, where he immediately pushed me against a wall and began kissing me deeply, his hands on my hips.
“Yamcha, stopppp…I told you I wanted to take it sloww…” I mumbled against his lips.
“Oh come on, babe, you can’t just dance with me like that and still want to be friends.” He said the word with a hint of disgust. “I know what you really want…” he whispered, slipping his hand down my pants.
I may have been drunk, but I knew I didn’t want this. I put my hands on his chest and tried pushing him away.
“Yamcha stop it. Please.” I whimpered. I was so tired, there was no way I could fight him. I prepared myself for the worst. “Yamcha!!” I tried to yell against his mouth. I was suddenly very afraid.
“Just relax, babe, I’ll be gentle.” He whispered, removing my hands from his chest and holding them at my sides.
“But you’re hurting me…”
His other hand reached my breast and then I felt nothing but air. Without him supporting me anymore I slid to the ground in a drunken pile, confused and exhausted, but grateful to be free.
I tried to make out what was happening, but it was too dark and I was too drunk. I heard feet shuffling. There was cursing and the front door opened and slammed shut again. And then I could make out Vegeta’s silhouette standing in front of me, his chest heaving slightly, hands balled in fists at his side.
“‘Geta!” I greeted him with a big dopey smile. “When did you get here? And where did Yamcha go?”
He rolled his eyes at that. “Woman, you are drunk.” He crossed his arm. “I threw the fool out.”
I looked down, slightly ashamed now.
“I told him to stop…” I looked away.
He snorted, and turned his back on me.
“Just go to bed, woman, he’s gone now.”
He began walking away and I went to join him, but fell back down upon standing. I laughed hysterically and rolled onto my back, holding my stomach.
“Help, I‘ve fallen and I can’t get up!” I laughed.
Vegeta turned around; looking at me with a mixture of amusement and disgust I didn’t think was possible in a face. He then sighed and made his way over to me, picking me up off the floor and leading me upstairs.
“Oooo Vegeta, you’re so strong!” I giggled, sounding more and more like Bunny than Bulma.
“Shut up, woman, and walk.”
We made it into the bedroom and he led me to the bed, anxious to get rid of the drunken woman hanging around his neck, but for some reason I couldn’t let go.
“Waaait…” I said. His face was now inches from mine.
“Woman, I can smell the alcohol on your breath, now go to sleep.”
I giggled at that. “Oh Vegeta, lighten up…” I could feel everything now. His arms were thick and warm. His body was tight as he bent over me, and he smelled delicious…and deadly. He tried to loosen my grip without injuring me.
But before he could I kissed him, deep and hard, bringing my body close to his and wrapping my legs around his waist. I dug my hands into his hair and pushed myself into the kiss.
He was stunned at first, but then he growled against my mouth and slowly began to kiss back, his arms tightening around my waist. I could feel his erection gradually building beneath his shorts. I snaked my hand between us to grip it, the alcohol given me brazenness I had never experienced in either world. I felt it through his spandex and began to move my hand against it, up and down, earning a low growl from Vegeta.
And then he dropped me.
“Ow!” I landed on the floor with a thud. “Vegeta!”
But he was already gone. I was alone in my bedroom.
‘Where did he go?’ was my last thought before drifting to sleep on the floor.