Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Uncertain Future ❯ Dreams ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters in this story, yadda yadda yadda… Don't sue me please, I have no money.

Author's Note: Hey everybody! Sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter out, but so far this week the only night I didn't get a total dump of homework was the night my brother did, and he needed the computer for the whole night. Then I had to watch DBZ so I wasn't gonna type this up then.

To some confused people: Bulma was 16 in the starting chapters. She's 18 in the 4th chapter. AHHHHHHH!!!!! What's Happening?!?!?!?!?!? Remember, she spent 2 years on the planet Yran before out favorite handsome prince so gallantly saved her. This makes her about 18 now. You're not going crazy and neither am I, at least I hope not…

Uncertain Future, Chapter 5: Dreams

Bulma lay on the silken sheets, exited and eager for what was to come. She could feel the heat and wetness building between her legs and she was sure he could smell it too, even though he was in the next room.

Just then, he walked in, clad in only a fluffy white towel. The steam from his shower pouring out the door behind him, giving the scene a dream-like feel. She smiled shyly at her king as he walked towards her, taking large strides and covering the distance across the large room in mere seconds. He stood before her, and she sat up, trying to hide her impatience. He smirked at her.

"Silly girl," he chided, "don't worry, you will have what you desire…" He trailed off as crawled on to the bed. He pushed her onto her back and crawled over her, lowering his head to tease one hardened nipple through the thin fabric of the silky nightdress she wore. She moaned softly and brought her hands up to his waist, pulling off the towel and tossing it aside. "No fair." he murmured. "No one is allowed to be dressed while the King bares his nakedness." Vegeta tugged off her silky garment with a quick flick of his wrist, then descended once more, covering her bare breast with his hot mouth. One hand moved down between her thighs, and began stroking and teasing her aching womanhood.

"Ummmmm, oh Vegeta! Yes! Oh that feels good." Vegeta smirked at her, as her words quickly became nothing more than incoherent moans of pleasure. Bulma could feel her release coming quickly, and she began moaning even louder. "OHHHHH! YES! YES! HARDER! PLEASE! OHHHH VEGETA!" Her breathing was heavy, coming out in short little gasps. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Bulma shot straight up in bed, sweaty and breathing hard. She half expected to see the King of Vegetasei lying next to her. "Oh my Kami. What a dream." she mumbled. "I can't believe it. Oh my god…" She put her head in her hands. "I've seen the guy twice, and already I'm having sex dreams about him. What is happening to me?" She flopped back down onto the bed, sighing. She stared at the ceiling for a few hours, till she finally fell back asleep.

*** The Next Day ***

"Now Miss Briefs, in order to communicate effectively on Vegetasei, you will need to learn the language." Bulma was lead over to an odd looking console with a big comfy looking chair attached to it. "Now, this headset is placed over your ears and this needle is injected into your arm. The chemicals inside are harmless, but they will knock you out for a few hours. While you sleep, you will learn the whole Saiyan language via this console, which I will be operating." Bulma nodded, trying not to show her annoyance. This woman was far too perky, and it was far too early to be awake. A guard had come knocking on her door at 5:00 this morning and given her 10 minutes to shower and get ready for her language training.

Bulma sat in the chair and watched as the perky female injected her with a greenish serum. She soon felt very drowsy and the last coherent thought she remembered before falling asleep was praying to Kami she didn't have any more erotic dreams about the King while she was under supervision.

*** 3 Hours Later ***

"How do you feel Miss Briefs?"

"I'm fine." Bulma answered in flawless Saiyan.

"That's wonderful. From now on, all conversations you have will be carried out in the Saiyan language." The annoyingly perky woman was now speaking in the Saiyan tongue too. "Reemer, will you please escort her back to her quarters?" She said, motioning to a young looking Saiyan. He nodded and led Bulma out the doors, and into the maze of hallways.

"So, how old are you. Reemer, was it?"

"14." he said quietly.

"Not much of a talker are you?"

"I shouldn't be talking to you at all, miss. You are to be King Vegeta's housemate and it is wise for me to find out my boundaries before I accidentally overstep them. I'm a new guard and I don't really know the procedure when it comes to personal servants of the King."

"Oh. Okay."

The rest of the journey to Bulma's apartments was carried out in silence, with only the occasional "Through here" or "Almost there" from Reemer. Bulma busily studied the markings on the ship's walls, trying to memorize her way around where she had been. She had an appointment to learn how to read and write Saiyan the next day, and she wanted to be able to figure out where they were going.

"We're here." said Reemer. "I may see you tomorrow. I'm not sure who will be on duty." He turned and left Bulma standing by her door. With a shrug, she turned and placed her fingers on the scanner, and waited for the door to open.

Well, that's it for now. I hope you've liked this chapter, and I know that it's kinda short. I have this problem that most of the other writer's have probably experienced. I know exactly where I want this story to go, but I'm not exactly sure how I'll get there. Oh well, the next chapter will probably be a bit longer and I'll probably get it out this weekend. Maybe even tomorrow if I feel like writing. Well, Bye-e5e for now. See Ya!