Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Unrequited Feelings ❯ Dirty Dream ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, etc.... blah, blah, blah....

There were wires cutting through, and around Bulma's body, enveloping her completely. She cut through two of them, a blue one, and a red one, gripped another wire, and connected then, by twisting it in a knot. She put all the wires packed into two's, and wiped her forehead.

"Oi, check if it's working."

A man, who had been staring at her work with his plasma TV came back into focus, and grabbed the remote. He nodded at her, and she nodded back reassuringly. he pressed his forefinger on the power button, hesitating at first, and gulped as he pressed it down. At once, the plasma screen lit up, with crystal clear images, it looked wonderful.

"Oh, it's so beautiful!!! I can't wait until football season begins!!!" the man shouted gleefully. Bulma wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Well, I better get going now. If your plasma's giving you more problems, call me, okay??" she winked. He drooled. The woman was picture perfect.

"U-huh." he murmured, staring at her from behind as she left. Bulma turned to the corner, carrying her bag of tools with her. It had been the fourth call that morning, and it was unusually strange, when she usually got only two calls a day. But then it made perfect sense.... Just a couple hours ago, she heard a rumor that they were campaigning on beginning a "Bulma Fan Club". They still haven't established it, but then again, she didn’t want it too.... it would be too... weird....

She crashed into someone, she bounced back, and massaged her forehead. "Sorry." she chuckled.

"Move bitch." was all she heard. El Dorko Pervo... ugggghhhh...

"Why do I have to crash into you?? I swear, I must be cursed or something...."

"I said move, BITCH!" he spat.

"Oh fuck you!!" she hissed. "You could go around me!! I'm not blocking your path!!"

"Well I want you to move, that is why I am asking you, bitch!!"

She crossed her arms. "Okay, you better stop calling me that, it's fucking rude!!"

"And you better Respect my authorit-ah!!" (A/N:God, I love Cartman!! "Respect my authorit-ah!!" XD)

"Stop bullshitting me!! Look, I don't feel like arguing, so I'll be the mature one, and move out of the way." She walked around him, and walked into the hallway.

"That's right bitch!!" he shouted, loud enough, so he could hear her. "That's what I thought!! Good bitch!!"

Bulma froze, and gritted her teeth, they might just crack under the pressure. How dare he... how dare he... that son of a bitch.... he had no fucking right to... She took another step, and another, and another...

"Walking away, bitch!?! That's what I expected."

"Don't call me that." she murmured coolly, her whole body shaking.

"Call you what?! Bitch?! I can say it all I want!! Bitchedy-bitchbitchbitch....BITCH!!"

Breathe... calm down... If I keep this up, I will have another attack, and I don't want it happening around this bozo... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.... ARRRRGGGGHHHHH, I CAN'T DO IT!!

She took off her left shoe, and threw it directly at his head. She took the initiative, and began to run like crazy. It reminded her of the times when she was captain of the baseball varsity team at her school. She was still a damn good runner, and her aim never failed her. He was catching up to her, but there was still a lot of distance between them, but she didn't slow down for that... But he was too fast for her, and soon he caught up to her, and he yanked her arm, pulling her back to him.

"You thought you could outrun me, eh bitch!?" he spat. Bulma breathed heavily, shocked from the intense running, her legs were beginning to cramp... It had been a while since she worked out. "You know, for a woman, you're not such a bad runner..." he grabbed her arm tighter, and pulled her closer to him, she could feel his body heat on her. "If only I can see how good you are in bed..." he murmured in her ear huskily.

At that precise moment, her cell phone began to ring. He pressed his face closer to her, and she took out her cell to answer.

"Oi." she murmured.

"The Bulma Fan Club is finally established!!" a man shouted, and she could hear whistling in the background.

"Oh, that's... great?" She ducked carelessly, as Vegeta tried to kiss her.

"Yes, we would like for you to come."

"Is that so?" she plastered her hand on Vegeta's face, and when he complained, his voice was muffled.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to."

"I'm sorry, I just have a really tight schedule." she lied, pushing Vegeta's face aside, and made a grotesque face, when she felt his saliva on her fingers.

"That's alright."

"I'm so sorry." she lied again, wiping her saliva drenched hand on Vegeta's spandex. He opened his mouth to tell her off, and she stuffed her other remaining shoe in his mouth (A/N: It's wonderful how Bulma is multitasking, talking on the phone, and pushing Vegeta aside... She always fascinates me somehow, lol). It kept him quiet a little longer, and it was enough to satisfy Bulma.

"It's alright, well, I'll see you some time."

She heard a gagging noise from behind her, and her shoe landed on her head with a loud thud. She cursed out loud, and even louder when it landed on her right foot. Vegeta threw his head back in laughter, and was caught off guard when she stuffed her sock in his mouth.

"What are you trying to do, woman!?! Poison me!?!" he gagged, spitting out her sock.

"Baka-"

"Am I... interrupting?"

The two of them looked up, and Bulma felt herself Blush. Radditz was staring down at them, he had a... blank expression on his face. She understood why. Vegeta was pinning her against the wall, his legs intertwined with hers, and Bulma's face was pressed against his chest, and barefooted, with one sock dangling from her right foot. Vegeta looked down at Bulma, as if he was not letting go of his prey, and he glared right back at Radditz.

"I see you just can't seem to control yourself.... Vegeta... as usual?"

"And you seem to be loosing everything nowadays, eh Radditz?" his eyes glinted. "You know who I'm talking about...." he snickered. Radditz hands balled into a fist.

"Don't worry about it, though. I fucked her hard, and good. For an earth woman... she's not half as bad-"

Bulma moved her hand from under him, and slapped him across the cheek with all the strength she could muster. Vegeta backed away, and placed his hand over his cheek. It was not because the slap hurt him... It just took him by surprise. He glared at her... her cheeks glowing red, her breathing shallow, her whole body shaking.

"Don't ever talk shit about Faith in front of me, you hear!?!" she spat, taking back her hand, and massaged it thoroughly with her other hand. Shit... instead of hurting him, I ended up hurting myself... he's too damn strong... of coarse, he is a Saiyan... when I slapped him... it felt as though I hit a brick wall... oh shit, my hand really hurts... FUCK!!! She fell on her knees, holding her hand, which had turn completely red. "Ouch." tears pooled around her eyes. She looked up at Radditz, searching for his eyes through her teary blurred eyes, and she noticed him smiling back.

"Vegeta. I have a message from Nappa. He wants to speak to you... personally."

Vegeta glanced back at Bulma, and was glad the way she was hunched forward... her face covered in tears.... stupid bitch, he thought... You don't know what is in store for you, bitch... when I take that necklace from you... you will be the first I will slaughter... that is... after I've finished torturing, and raping you, my dear... you will be the first woman I will ever rape... I will enjoy it while it lasts... after I have killed you.

"I'm not in the mood... bitch."

Chi-chi washed and dried all the glasses clean, she was in deep thought, and realized she had wiped the same glass three times. She threw the rag aside, and the polish to another side, resting her chin on the counter. She still couldn't figure out why he was acting so... cruel to her. Well... it could be that she was treating like crap... but she had her reasons. Ever since she found out that he was... one of them... a Saiyan... she began to loose confidence in him. After the attack, she believed that Goku was sent there, as a spy... to gain their confidence, and to send secret information about the dragon balls. She hated him... she despised him....

"My, my, you look crappy this morning."

Chi-chi sighed. "Go away Marron."

"I could take over for you tonight, you look tired... that is if you want me to..." she murmured, backing away from the cold look on her face.

"Baka." she murmured, wiping her hands on her blouse. "Yeah, you can take over. Just for today, I’m feeling a little..."

"I'm not in the mood... bitch."

"... tired." she finished her sentence.

"Okey dokey!!" Marron shouted, and ran to the back of the counter, excitedly. Just as Chi-chi was about to leave, she heard the sound of crashing glass on the floor. She turned around, and frowned.

"Oops?"

Chi-hi turned around. "I'm taking that out your tab." She got out of the bar, and put her hands on her face, her face scrunched up. Why am I thinking about it so much?? Why am I thinking about him? I hate him, I fucking hate him... but I can't stop thinking about him....

She looked up, and saw Goku standing before her. His face looked... so different... he looked so much older. He reminded her of Vegeta... with the scowl he has all the time, you can't even read the expression on his face.

"K-K-Kakkarot?" she mumbled, looking at her feet. He walked towards her, with long strides, and he walked past her, without staring, or looking at her. She gulped, biting her bottom lip.

"Kakkarot?" she called him again, her voice crackling.

He didn't turn around. "Don't irk me... woman."

She turned to him, getting ready to give him a good slap, and he grabbed her arm before she did. "I said... don't irk me woman." he said a little louder. He threw back her arm, and walked into the bar, as though nothing had just happened. She stared at her arm, with incredulous shock in her face. What... is going on with him? is he like... hitting puberty, or something? It's not puberty... he's already eighteen years old... maybe he's just reached maturity....

"He caught on well, that Kakkarot." A voice came from behind.

"What are you talking about, Vegeta?" she hissed. "You did this to Kakkarot?? I'll cut your face-"

"Woman, you can't even touch me, don't kid yourself." Vegeta stood next to her, laughing.

"What did you do to Kakkarot?!? What did you do to him!?! Tell me!!"

He waved his hand around arrogantly. "I just gave him his sanity back. It's what he's supposed to do, and not chasing you around, like some dog chasing it's own tail."

"Chasing... me around?" she repeated. "What do you mean, by... chasing me around?"

Vegeta smirked. "Baka, I'm not gonna tell you." He walked into the bar, throwing his head back in laughter, as he heard shouts and screams from the petite woman. He pushed the door open, and breathed in the smell of alcohol.

"Nothing like the sweet smell of alcohol in the morning."

"It's 3:00 p.m, Vegeta... Dude, you're wasted!!" Goku and Marron laughed.

"Whatever... I'd like three shots."

"Coming right up!!"

He sat next to Goku, and he glanced at Vegeta, and then at his own hands. "So... how was I?" he asked, slightly timidly.

Marron gave him three shots, and he grabbed two of them, drinking them all at once (A/N: I'm not an alcoholic, and I've never drank before, but... DAMN!! two shots!! you need to sober up, Vegeta!!) "You did far better than I expected." he wiped his mouth, smirking.

"You think so? I’m not overdoing it?"

"Nah... you overdid it big time!" he gulped down his last shot.

"Oh shit!!" he banged his head on the table. "Bakabakabakabaka!!!" he shouted, hitting himself repeatedly on the table. Vegeta snickered, and touched the spot on his cheek where Bulma had slapped him. It was the second time she had defiled him... Her determination turned him on.

"Radditz... I can walk you know. It's only my hand."

"Is that so?"

Radditz was carrying her in his arms, and her hand was heavily bandaged. She had slapped Vegeta before, but she didn't get hurt the last time. Maybe she just overdid it this time.

She pressed her face against his chest, and made a tiny whimper from the back of her throat. Radditz could feel himself blushing. Did she... just purr?

"Why did you... defend Faith?" he asked, still blushing.

She put her hand over his chest, and got a little closer to him. "I wasn't... I... I didn't like how he was talking about her... and right in front of you... It just... I got mad.... I couldn't help it."

He opened the door to his room, and he set her on the couch carefully. "But... you don't know her... you never met... why defend her?"

She shook her head. "I don't know... I just felt... I had to... I'm sorry If I offended you in anyway-"

"No, it's not that... I was just surprised..."

"Oh."

He sat next to her, and immediately, she rested her head on his chest, stroking him there. His eyes opened wide in shock, as she continued her ministrations.

"So many scars..." she whispered to herself, running her fingertips over a long scar that ran across his chest. He gulped. It had been such a long time since a girl touched him like this, he was beginning to feel an unwanted warmness in his belly.

"Bulma..." he murmured huskily.

She opened her eyes, and stared at her bandaged hand. "Oh great, this is going to take a while to heal... ugghh... if only I can get back at him... but how..." she put her injured hand on her chin, her mind wandering off on how to get revenge, while Radditz sat there, still in a silent shock.

What am I thinking!?! She's only eighteen years old, and I'm having... dirty thoughts about her!! A part of me still wants her to touch me... ugggh.... I'm a fucking perv!!!

"I'm going to sleep for a while. If anyone calls, say that I'm... *yawn*... taking a break."

"Sure thing."

He rested his head on the pillow, quickly falling asleep.

"Dream"
She gave him a smile, before walking into the bedroom. It was... a slightly twisted smile... he couldn't explain how it was... now that he thought about it... it was more of an inviting smile, like a... come join me in bed kind of smile. Was she really asking him to join her? He had to find out.

He followed her to the bedroom, and there she was, sitting on his bed, clad in her bra, and underwear. She was staring at him, with lust in her eyes, and she brushed her fingertips lightly over her voluptuous breast, and she eyed him carefully.

"I knew you would come." she murmured huskily.

"Oh... shit" he cursed, as he grew harder.

"I know what you were thinking about, Radditz." her eyes gleamed with lust. "I know you want to... show me already."

"You... read my thoughts?!"

She nodded. "Your mind was practically screaming out to me... Now, why don't you come here, and show me how you were gonna take my bra off, and-"

"No, are you insane!?! We can't do this, you're too young!!"

She got up from the bed, and she walked towards him. "Oi... my face is up here." she murmured, when his eyes were locked on her chest. "I know you want this, I can read your thoughts, remember?" she grabbed his tail, and stroked it gently, and he growled deep in his throat. He shook his head, and he finally made up his mind.

"Forgive me." he took her in his arms possessively, and crushed his lips against hers roughly, his hands roaming down her body, touching everywhere he could with his two hands. His tail curled around her leg, stroking her there gently.

What am I doing? What has become of me? I'm loosing control... Oh... but I need this... My body hasn't been able to release, ever since Faith... but I need to forget about her... I need to move on... Bulma? Will you really help me forget about her?

Her hand traced the outline on the lump forming on his spandex, he pressed his face on her chest, breathing heavily, as she continued her ministrations.

"Oh.... Bulma!!" he moaned, as her hand plunged inside his spandex, working his length.

"Bulma? Who's Bulma?" came a very familiar voice.

He looked up, and his eyes opened wide in shock. It was Faith.

"End Dream"

Quickly, he sat up, sweat droplets forming on his forehead, his breathing uneven. The room was dark, and the vivid light of the moon was creeping down the window, casting a light bluish shadow on the couch. He rubbed his eyes, and rested his head back on the armrest.

"What is this feeling... that I am feeling?"

Goku rested his head on the table, putting his hand over his face, so the light would not bother his eyes. He stared at his hand, opening it, and then closing it, his mind suddenly wandering to an almost forgotten memory. How can I forget? It was when I met Bulma for the first time... If I wasn't there, she would have been killed...

"Flashback"

He ran as fast as he could as he heard the familiar cries of a girl he had met a few days earlier. That girl was mysterious... and dark. Even if she treated him coolly like she did the other day, he didn’t hate her for that... she probably had a reason for it.... The screams were growing shriller, and louder, he knew she was closer than he thought. He ran faster, everything was becoming a hazy blur.

"Bulma!! Where are you!?! BULMA!!"

He went to the back of the biology building and found three guys, and one girl huddled around in a tight circle, and they were beating and punching at something... and then he heard her screams. He ran towards, and one by one, he knocked them out, unconscious, and there she was, laying on the ground, one hand on her ribs, and the other one wiping the blood from her nose, and lip. She looked up at Goku, turned around and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"You should have let them go on..." she said, highly above a whisper, her voice raspy.

"I couldn't let them. I couldn't just stand here, and watch-"

"You should've!!" she shouted, instantly tearing up. "You shouldn't have wasted your energy on me!! I'm not worth an ounce of it!!"

"But you are to me."

"You're pathetic." she hissed. "I just met you a couple of days ago... treated you like crap... and yet, you say I am worthy of your energy.... how strange..."

He stretched his arm towards her, smiling. "You are worth everything to me, Bulma Briefs, whom I only met a couple of days ago." he smiled. "I will be your friend from now on, and I promise you, on my life... that I won't let them beat you ever again."

She closed her bruised up eyes, smiling cheekily. "You're such a pathetic loner..." she took his hand. "Yes... I will be your friend."

"End Flashback"

"Bulma, you're so... melodramatic." he murmured to himself, laughing. Vegeta turned around to see why he was laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"I just remembered... the day I met Bulma." he snorted.

"You find that amusing? How much booze did you drink?"

"I don't remember... this much?" he pointed to the bundle of beer bottles on the table... It made perfect sense to him now. (Vegeta: <.<)

"I can't believe you can drink more than me, it's just... beyond impossible!"

"Well... I drink heavily... at least once a month... unlike you, who drinks slightly heavily everyday. If my calculations are correct, we consume about the same amount of alcohol every month. Strange isn't it? I thought so myself."

"Kakkarot, I'm over here."

"Oh, is that so." he laughed, as he was talking dazedly to the lamp next to him. "I think I realized I was talking to a lamp, because I don't remember you ever having three eyes before."

(Vegeta: -_-U)

"Oh well. I think I better call it a day. I better wake up early tomorrow, so I can ask Burma... sorry.... Blurma.... well, I better ask her if she wants to go to the beach someday. We used to go there all the time. Anyways, I'll see you later, Vege-rt-a...oops... Vegoto? Veget? Vagina? Oh well... later!!!"

Vegeta shook his head. "Which reminds me... Nappa needed to talk to me about something. I better get going..."

Faith walked into the restroom, and looked at the mirror... she didn't like what she saw. Horrid pale face, dark bags under her eyes, sullen gleam in her eyes, puffy, frizzy crimson hair, sticking out in all places. She hated seeing herself in the mirror. She hated seeing... the monster she had become. Yes, she was a monster... for treating Radditz in such a vulgar way... taking his heart, and breaking it into a million pieces. And Vegeta... She knew that he liked her... but it wasn't much, she noticed. It was only tiny spark, nothing more. She had seen it before, but knowing how Vegeta is... she couldn't tell if it was really there, or not. She remembered the last time she spoke to him... and she told him how much she loved him, and he responded with a, "And that's why there's no point in telling me, because I know, you're lying."

Just what did he mean by that?

A/N: yes, I ended it with another cliffy. I don’t think this ch was long enough... I better work on that. *Sigh*