Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Cycle Continues ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Through some odd miracle, I manage to keep myself locked in my gravity room until 2:30 am. I think about sex and Bulma the whole time though… Kami! I'm so desperate, I even entertain the idea of seducing Chi Chi, the lonely housewife that she is, but then I'd have to castrate myself…As much as I hate to admit it, she is pretty enough, but she's a harpie…the Queen of the Harpies…

From the gravity room, I head straight to my own room, taking one little detour to take a look at the Woman's work schedule, which is posted on the wall above the table where the long distance communication device is kept. I believe it is called a 'telephone.'

Oh that every deity of every religion in existence!!! The woman works tomorrow! If she works, I won't have to spend the day hiding from her!

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Though I must suffer from a painfully hard member as I wake up this morning, I really must admit that last night's dream involving me, Bulma, and a pair of handcuffs was rather interesting… I must remember to try it some time…I think I'll satisfy myself in the shower today…so I don't have to worry about making a mess again…

As I eat breakfast, the blonde woman prattles on about some nonsense or another. The only think I actually hear and remember is that she's going to visit a friend of hers so I'll have to fend for myself at lunchtime. Honestly, she seems to think I'm some sort of child, or invalid, incapable of doing anything for myself. I've been taking care of myself since I was five. There was no pampering on Frieza's ship…

I am just finishing off the last of my bacon and eggs as she finally leaves me in peace. Strangely enough, I haven't seen my woman yet today…my woman? Never mind about that! It's the hormones…they make me think strange things, that's all.

Heading out to the gravity room, I find myself still thinking about last night's dream…For some odd reason, I'm somewhat disappointed that I didn't get to see Bulma this morning…I almost…miss her…

Anyway, thinking about women and wet dreams is not a good idea when one happens to be turning the gravity up to 400 times its natural force, so I forcefully switch my train of thought to Frieza, and memories of the bastard. My denied revenge, my hatred for Kakarott… Immediately, my morning stiffy falls flat.

As the morning stretches on though, my thoughts drift once more to the object of my desire. Not affection, mind you, desire. Physical desire is all it is, and nothing more…at least I hope so…

"Aghh!" I growl in anger. It is too dangerous to train in this state of mind, and I can't seem to force my thoughts away from that gorgeous wench…damn… I suppose it's probably a good idea to stop. Besides, it's almost lunch, and I'm famished.

Quickly, I head toward the house, taking the fastest route to the kitchen. I'm so hungry, I would even eat Dr. Briefs' cat.

WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?!?

There is absolutely nothing in the fridge to eat! The only thing in here, is an expired carton of orange juice!!! Damn it to hell! That idiot woman didn't go shopping after she fed me breakfast! KUSO! KUSO! KUSO! I'm HUNGRY! And since the damn female is gone for the day, and Dr. Briefs is probably off somewhere in his maze of labs, talking to himself, that leaves only one member of the Briefs family…Bulma.

Hrm…she is at work right now, but I know where that is…To go there is the only option I have, other than waiting for someone else to get home. I suppose I could go hunting...I haven't done that in a while. But then I'd have to go find a forest, and then kill something, and skin it and cook it…besides, I missed my morning ogle, so I think I'll go see Bulma…after I clean up of course.

Ahh, that's better. I step out of the shower, clean and fresh, quickly using my ki to dry myself. I run a brush through my thick hair, freeing it of tangles, and releasing the scent of shampoo into the air. Heading to my room, I don't even bother to wrap a towel around myself, since I know that no one else is home.

I pull some of the more stylish clothing, provided for me by that damn woman of mine, out of my dresser, and pull it on. I figure I may as well look my best, but since it is prohibited to walk around naked in public, I'll settle for a tight fitting navy blue muscle shirt, and a pair of loose fitting khakis…what a strange word. Khakis…Hmm…they're a little tighter around the rear than they should be…heh…perfect.

Moments later, I am strutting into the huge, marble floored lobby of Capsule Corporation's headquarters. I can't help but smirk as every female head turns to watch me as I make my way toward the elevators. I know I'm good looking…hell, I'm more that good looking. Even in my first moments of life, bursting forth from my mother's womb, covered in blood and what can only be described as gunk, I was a looker.

As I push the button for the fifteenth floor, my mind wanders back to the woman. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad mating with her. I mean, she's still physically weaker than a Saiyan newborn, but it would be my duty to protect her…and with me protecting her, nothing would ever happen to her…but she would be grateful anyway. And that would make her happy…and if she is pleased, then there is a good chance I will be pleased as well…

Okay! I'm going to do it! I'll go in there and make her my mate today, right on top of her desk, and maybe again on the floor…Aw kuso. I feel myself growing hard again…Hrm, good, these pants fit loosely enough that it doesn't really show.

As the elevator doors open, I hear yelling. Bulma's yelling, to be exact. I watch in interest as her office door slams open, and my woman, in heels and a skirt, chases some old business suit man right out.

"Get out of here!" she screams, and this man complies, running into the elevator I have just vacated. He looks absolutely terrified. I don't mean that mildly frightened look Kakarott gets when his harpy threatens him. This business suit guy looks absolutely shit-your-pants terrified. Perhaps my soon-to-be mate is not so weak as I thought.

"Ahem…" The elderly secretary in Bulma's waiting room clears her throat. "It appears that you have a visitor, Miss Briefs."

The woman looks my way. "Vegeta?" she says, sounding shocked. "What are you doing here?" Her voice is tired, and she's obviously still mad about whatever that old man did. Hmm, perhaps it would not be the best idea to mate with her right now…I imagine it will be better if she is in a good mood when I seduce her.

"Well," I say, deadpan, "Originally, I had intended to come over here, throw you on your desk and make wild, passionate animal love to you…but now I think I'll just ask for some food."

Bulma looks at me, wide eyed in shock. Her cheeks flush a little, and her scent changes. Hmm, it's good to know that the thought of wild, passionate animal lovemaking with me turns her on.

After a moment of silence, her cheeks grow slightly pinker and she lets out a nervous little giggle. The silly woman thinks I'm kidding. Silly, silly woman.

"There was nothing in the fridge good to eat." I say. "And I'm hungry."

"Did you check the pantry, Vegeta?" she asks. We have a pantry?

"Of course." I snort, bluffing. "There was nothing substantial enough for a healthy meal, Woman." I say, hoping I'm right. If I remember correctly, junk food and other such things are kept in pantries. After all, meat, fruit and vegetables go in the fridge, and bread goes in the breadbox, so what else could go in a pantry?

"Well…I don't have enough time to go grocery shopping right now." Bulma says, believing me. "But you can come out for lunch with me, if you want, and I'll go shopping after work." I let out an affirmative grunt, and she leads the way to the elevator and out to her car.

Lunch is good. My ravenous hunger allows me to think of something else besides how soft and supple the woman's lips look, and how her smooth, shapely leg keeps brushing against my own…Oh shimatta…here I go thinking about it…

Luckily for me, the woman's lunch break is only an hour, and we were late getting out anyway, so she has to rush back to work after only a little while. I'm sorry to see her go, but the view of her round little behind swaying as she walks really is nothing to be sad about…and besides, it may be wise to get some time away from her, to be sure if I really want to end up seducing her. I will think things out more thoroughly, and then come to a proper decision, rather than an elevator impulse…

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It is about 6:00pm, and I am training in the gravity chamber, when I see the woman's face pop up on the com. screen. It is magnified several times, and yet I can find no flaw in her appearance, not a wrinkle or unsightly little mole to be seen. No scars, or evidence of previous break outs on her skin…

Or perhaps it is simply my imagination, attempting to increase my desire to mate…

"Vegeta," she says sweetly, and I cringe. Nothing good can come of this. "I'm having a little wee get together for everyone in about an hour, and I'd like very much for you to come."

"Why in hell should I?" I grouse, entirely despising the idea of having to sit around with all those pitiful humans, especially him. The annoying, wimpy ex-boyfriend. Kami, how I hate him…

"Well, I didn't want to have to resort to this Vegeta…but if you refuse, I'll shut off the gravity simulator for a week, and all you'll have to train in is a big, pointless, regular-gravity dome." Stupid woman…she tried this before, but I already figured out how to turn the thing back on. "And," she adds suddenly, "I'll encode it with a password, so you won't be able to turn it back on yourself." Damn, she's got me there. She crosses her arms, in an unconscious imitation of yours truly, and smirks, obviously pleased with herself.

But I'm not about to let her have the last laugh.

"Okay." I say, easily, and her smile widens. She looks so sure of herself at this moment, I almost feel bad about what I'm going to say next. Almost. "If you want me there that much." I smirk, lecherously teasing. "I'm surprised though, Woman. I would have thought you to be more forward. Surely you don't need to organize a party, just as a pretense for seeing me."

"I, well…ah…" she stammers, and her cheeks flush, looking almost purple through the tinted screen. What a positively interesting reaction.

"Wit in action." I laugh, turning off the com. screen before she can respond. What a silly female.

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