Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Bulma in Me ❯ Chapter 14
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Cordelialove 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.13.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 292 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 05.13.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 292 | Status: Work In Progress
I slid into my car with a giggle and raced from the house. I was filled with anticipation; part of me was really looking forward to this party, but another part, the Bulma part, was screaming at me to go back. The second I had sent Vegeta sprawling to the floor with my ingenious device a part of Bulma had lurched inside me. I felt pain.
As I sped away from the house Bulma’s heart was aching for Vegeta, was practically begging me to go back and make it right. But the Katie felt satisfied and elated at the thought of bringing Vegeta to his knees.
“Serves him right,” I said aloud, partly to myself and partly to Bulma. It didn’t make sense to me how Bulma, the Bulma I had admired and wanted to be, could fall for such a spoiled ogre. Vegeta had proved himself to be rude and demanding and didn’t seem to care at all for Bulma’s feelings.
He was great in bed, though.
My face grew hot in spite of myself.
I shook my head rapidly, willing Bulma to see what Katie saw; a monster without feelings.
I smiled and pressed my stiletto down on the gas.
A few minutes later I pulled into a long driveway and began my ascent. I had been invited to a party that a seemingly very wealthy friend was throwing. It had been exactly what I needed since becoming Bulma; a chance to be rich and stupid.
I pulled up to the palatial mansion and gasped. It was gorgeous! The architecture seemed to be older and more majestic than Bulma’s mansion. Its towers and high doors made it seem as if it could’ve in fact been a castle at one time.
I checked my hair and make up in the mirror, pulled down my red halter, and swung out of the car, handing my keys to the valet.
“Bulma!” a bell-like voice squealed, almost at an unbell-like octave.
“Jocelyn!” I squealed back, embracing the tiny raven-haired girl. “It’s so nice to see you! It’s been forever.”
“I’m so glad you came,” she gushed back, “you would not believe what Marron is wearing.” She said, lowering her voice a few octaves and making a face.
We cackled cruelly for a few minutes more as she led me into the house. Bulma was finally starting to settle in my stomach, obviously put at ease by the lavish surroundings and the gossip.
I grabbed a glass from a nearby waiter and, after kissing Jocelyn on both cheeks, began my stride around the party.
It seemed that Bulma was a very popular person in this circle. I had to stop every couple of feet to wave to yet another attractive young guy or kiss a girl on the cheek. I was beginning to feel the strain of it so I found an empty loveseat in the back and decided to take a break.
I swirled my punch around the glass, scanning the room for someone that Katie might know from the show, when I was interrupted by a tall, muscular looking man with dark hair and bright blue eyes.
“Hey,” he started, “I haven’t seen you around here before.”
“Then you must be new.” I quipped.
He laughed at that, running his hands through his thick hair and smiling, dimples at the ready.
“I’m Walter, most people call me Walt,” he held his hand out to me and I shook it. I wasn’t used to being hit on by such a handsome and, what I could only assume to be, rich man. I tried to control the blush.
“I’m Bulma.” I said, smiling, and praying that there was nothing in my teeth.
“Bulma, is it? You wouldn’t happen to be Bulma Briefs by any chance?”
My smile grew. “I’m famous!” I laughed.
He chuckled lightly. “Well, yeah, you’re dad owns the largest corporation in Tokyo so I’d say you were pretty famous.” He moved closer. His cologne was intoxicating.
“Well, I’m flattered.” I smiled, my eye on his hand which had somehow found its way to my knee. I scooted away, trying not to seem rude.
“Listen, can I get you something to drink?” He looked hopeful.
“Yeah sure, I guess I’m done with this one…” I set my drink down on the coffee table, trying to be cool, digging into Bulma’s memories for some lessons on etiquette. I crossed my legs and looked up at him coquettishly. “Thanks.”
About an hour later I was huddled in that corner with Walt, his hand once again finding my thigh but the punch causing me to not care as much. We talked about some of the inventions my company had released and he listened with interest, changing the subject back to me whenever I tried to ask him what he did. Bulma might’ve found this suspicious, but Katie was just over the moon.
Walt found every reason he could to touch me, to brush the hair out of my face or lay his hand on my knee. Finally he kissed me and the room seemed to spin. He was gorgeous and he smelled delicious. In fact everything about him was delicious.
It wasn’t until I pulled away from him that I realized the room really was spinning. I shook my head slightly, trying not to let onto Walt that I’d had a little too much to drink.
Walt seemed to notice and cupped my chin in one hand.
“Poor baby, I think this punch is hitting you kinda hard. Here, come with me, you need to lie down.”
I tried to protest but at that moment I was feeling like all the control had left my body. I allowed myself to be pulled upstairs, weaving in and out of the crowds of the well-to-do. Their laughter and conversation making my head pound with every step.
We finally reached a hallway and Walt led me into a lavish bedroom. The bed was gigantic and the décor was flecked with gold and silver.
Walt closed the door behind him and wrapped his hands around my waist, turning me to face him. He brushed the hair out of my eyes and leaned in to kiss me. My knees melted and I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to stay afloat. I knew it was wrong to be at a party making out with a stranger, but I was so attracted to him and, I have to say, slightly drunk.
He slid his hands down my body and nudged me towards the bed with his knees. He laid himself gently on top of me and began exploring my body with his hands.
At that moment the Bulma in me was clawing at my insides, screaming like an animal. She was crying out for Vegeta, but Katie was falling deeper and deeper under Walt’s spell.
Walt’s hand reached my breast and I cried out against his lips. I loved the feeling of his hands on me, but I wasn’t ready to go all the way with a stranger.
I moved to push him away but he was heavy and the punch was making me so woozy.
‘Sorry, Bulma’ I mentally defied, ‘it’s my turn now.’
As I sped away from the house Bulma’s heart was aching for Vegeta, was practically begging me to go back and make it right. But the Katie felt satisfied and elated at the thought of bringing Vegeta to his knees.
“Serves him right,” I said aloud, partly to myself and partly to Bulma. It didn’t make sense to me how Bulma, the Bulma I had admired and wanted to be, could fall for such a spoiled ogre. Vegeta had proved himself to be rude and demanding and didn’t seem to care at all for Bulma’s feelings.
He was great in bed, though.
My face grew hot in spite of myself.
I shook my head rapidly, willing Bulma to see what Katie saw; a monster without feelings.
I smiled and pressed my stiletto down on the gas.
A few minutes later I pulled into a long driveway and began my ascent. I had been invited to a party that a seemingly very wealthy friend was throwing. It had been exactly what I needed since becoming Bulma; a chance to be rich and stupid.
I pulled up to the palatial mansion and gasped. It was gorgeous! The architecture seemed to be older and more majestic than Bulma’s mansion. Its towers and high doors made it seem as if it could’ve in fact been a castle at one time.
I checked my hair and make up in the mirror, pulled down my red halter, and swung out of the car, handing my keys to the valet.
“Bulma!” a bell-like voice squealed, almost at an unbell-like octave.
“Jocelyn!” I squealed back, embracing the tiny raven-haired girl. “It’s so nice to see you! It’s been forever.”
“I’m so glad you came,” she gushed back, “you would not believe what Marron is wearing.” She said, lowering her voice a few octaves and making a face.
We cackled cruelly for a few minutes more as she led me into the house. Bulma was finally starting to settle in my stomach, obviously put at ease by the lavish surroundings and the gossip.
I grabbed a glass from a nearby waiter and, after kissing Jocelyn on both cheeks, began my stride around the party.
It seemed that Bulma was a very popular person in this circle. I had to stop every couple of feet to wave to yet another attractive young guy or kiss a girl on the cheek. I was beginning to feel the strain of it so I found an empty loveseat in the back and decided to take a break.
I swirled my punch around the glass, scanning the room for someone that Katie might know from the show, when I was interrupted by a tall, muscular looking man with dark hair and bright blue eyes.
“Hey,” he started, “I haven’t seen you around here before.”
“Then you must be new.” I quipped.
He laughed at that, running his hands through his thick hair and smiling, dimples at the ready.
“I’m Walter, most people call me Walt,” he held his hand out to me and I shook it. I wasn’t used to being hit on by such a handsome and, what I could only assume to be, rich man. I tried to control the blush.
“I’m Bulma.” I said, smiling, and praying that there was nothing in my teeth.
“Bulma, is it? You wouldn’t happen to be Bulma Briefs by any chance?”
My smile grew. “I’m famous!” I laughed.
He chuckled lightly. “Well, yeah, you’re dad owns the largest corporation in Tokyo so I’d say you were pretty famous.” He moved closer. His cologne was intoxicating.
“Well, I’m flattered.” I smiled, my eye on his hand which had somehow found its way to my knee. I scooted away, trying not to seem rude.
“Listen, can I get you something to drink?” He looked hopeful.
“Yeah sure, I guess I’m done with this one…” I set my drink down on the coffee table, trying to be cool, digging into Bulma’s memories for some lessons on etiquette. I crossed my legs and looked up at him coquettishly. “Thanks.”
About an hour later I was huddled in that corner with Walt, his hand once again finding my thigh but the punch causing me to not care as much. We talked about some of the inventions my company had released and he listened with interest, changing the subject back to me whenever I tried to ask him what he did. Bulma might’ve found this suspicious, but Katie was just over the moon.
Walt found every reason he could to touch me, to brush the hair out of my face or lay his hand on my knee. Finally he kissed me and the room seemed to spin. He was gorgeous and he smelled delicious. In fact everything about him was delicious.
It wasn’t until I pulled away from him that I realized the room really was spinning. I shook my head slightly, trying not to let onto Walt that I’d had a little too much to drink.
Walt seemed to notice and cupped my chin in one hand.
“Poor baby, I think this punch is hitting you kinda hard. Here, come with me, you need to lie down.”
I tried to protest but at that moment I was feeling like all the control had left my body. I allowed myself to be pulled upstairs, weaving in and out of the crowds of the well-to-do. Their laughter and conversation making my head pound with every step.
We finally reached a hallway and Walt led me into a lavish bedroom. The bed was gigantic and the décor was flecked with gold and silver.
Walt closed the door behind him and wrapped his hands around my waist, turning me to face him. He brushed the hair out of my eyes and leaned in to kiss me. My knees melted and I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to stay afloat. I knew it was wrong to be at a party making out with a stranger, but I was so attracted to him and, I have to say, slightly drunk.
He slid his hands down my body and nudged me towards the bed with his knees. He laid himself gently on top of me and began exploring my body with his hands.
At that moment the Bulma in me was clawing at my insides, screaming like an animal. She was crying out for Vegeta, but Katie was falling deeper and deeper under Walt’s spell.
Walt’s hand reached my breast and I cried out against his lips. I loved the feeling of his hands on me, but I wasn’t ready to go all the way with a stranger.
I moved to push him away but he was heavy and the punch was making me so woozy.
‘Sorry, Bulma’ I mentally defied, ‘it’s my turn now.’