Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ What You Wouldn't Expect ❯ Someone Give Me a Lamp! ( Chapter 33 )

Chapter Thirty Three: Someone Give Me a Lamp!

 

 

"Vegeta, what is wrong with Gohan?"

 

Gohan stopped in his tracks, staying a good foot away from the open doorway. He had just left the GR after a good two days of rigorous training, and he wanted some food seriously bad. However, everyone except him and the two boys seemed to be in the kitchen, eating dinner and talking. He hadn't yet heard a response from Vegeta, and he wondered what was going on.

 

"Well? What's wrong with him? Do you know, Goku?"

 

"Yeah, of course I do! He's-"

 

"Kakarott! Shut up!" Vegeta yelled, throwing a piece of toast at his face, and then regretting it because he had wanted to eat it. Instead, the younger Saiya-jin caught it in his teeth, and ate it without a second thought. He gave Vegeta a big grin, but when he saw the glare Vegeta was giving him, he looked down, going back to eating.

 

"Vegeta, come on, why can't Goku tell me what's wrong? I really want to know. I mean, he's acting all weird around me, and I'm really starting to get worried about him."

 

"Woman, stay away from him," Vegeta said, no emotion in his voice.

 

"Huh? But why? I just wanna-" Bulma whined, but was rudely interrupted.

 

"That's an order," Vegeta said coldly, scowling at her.

 

Bulma jumped up from her stool, her hands on her hips. "No! I want to know right now what is wrong with him! You can't order me around like some slave of yours from the past!! I want to know right now, and if I don't, then I will-!!"

 

"Fine!! Just shut your trap and stop hurting my ears with your infernal prattle," he said, glaring at her as well as she sat down timidly in her seat across from him. He was silent for a few moments, and she started fidgeting in her chair, wanting him to talk really bad.

 

"Gohan is going through a mating stage," Vegeta said simply, waving one of his chopsticks in the air. Bulma's eyes widened, and she leaned forward for more.

 

"Really? Cool...I mean...why?"

 

Now I know where those two brats get 'cool' from, stupid Woman. "Gohan's body has recognized that Videl girl as its mate, and it will do nothing short of death until it finds her. He is also at the correct Saiya-jin mating stage, which isn't helping much either. He is more than likely going quite mad for a female right now, and that's is probably another reason why he is living in the GR. Kakarott and I haven't even gotten in there yet since we have launched. How long has that been? Almost two weeks?"

 

Bulma nodded, licking her lips as she leaned forward even more. "So, is that it? He just really wants Videl?"

 

"No, not really."

 

She pursed her lips, looking mean. "Well? What else?" She suddenly stopped, her eyes widening again. "How is he going to treat her whenever he gets her back? Is he like going to rape her or something?!"

 

Vegeta shook his head. "No, at least I don't think so. From what I've heard, he will probably treat her as gently as possible, but still want her like mad. That's just a presumption. I'm not completely sure."

 

Bulma frowned. "What do you mean? Didn't you go through it with me?"

 

Vegeta couldn't help but feel a blush coming on. "No...I was much older when I mated with you, Onna. I had more control of myself. Stop asking me these stupid questions. Ask Kakarott, he was the one that went through it."

 

Bulma smiled adoringly at Goku, whose mouth was stuffed full of food. He swallowed, and ended up getting it stuck in his throat, at which he started pounding his chest to get it down. Bulma rolled her eyes as he sighed with wonderful relief, and then grinned at her, waiting for her to ask any question.

 

"Goku, dearest, you went through what Gohan is, right?"

 

The younger man nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, it was really weird, you know, since I had no idea what was wrong with me until Vegeta told me years later."

 

Oh, this is just too good to be true!! Bulma's smile grew. "So what was it like?" she asked, placing her head in her hands.

 

Goku looked thoughtful for a moment, which shocked Bulma to her toes. "Well," he said, tapping his chopsticks to his chin. "I think I pretty much chased Chichi around all day long for about a five or six months, and then it started to calm down, but I still chased her around." He grinned suddenly. "I still chase her around. Just like how you and Vegeta always disappear at the weirdest moments, you know? She doesn't mind though. I think she likes it."

 

Bulma had such a big smile on her face that it hurt. "How many times a day did you and Chichi...well, you know."

 

Goku started turning red, and he began playing with his chopsticks. "I don't know...something like six or seven times a day, maybe more if I wasn't busy."

 

"HOLY SHIT!!!" Bulma yelled, almost falling over. She whipped around to Vegeta, whose mouth was hanging open. "Hey, why can't we do that?!"

 

Vegeta shook himself out of his state of shock, blinking a few times. "Huh? What? I don't know! Why would you want to? You wouldn't be able to walk at all, and that I know because you can barely even walk after two or three times. How do you expect to be able to-"

 

"Vegeta!! You pervert!! Why don't you tell the whole universe!?!"

 

He smirked at her, and she tried to stay in a mean mode, but it didn't work with the smile on his face. She sighed, giving up. "Fine, whatever. Now, is this all I need to know?"

 

"You shouldn't know anything in the first place, Onna, because knowing you, you will meddle your way into it and try to somehow fix Gohan, when it's not going to happen," Vegeta said, and then added, "stay away from him. I don't want to have to kill him."

 

Bulma looked down, nodding. "Ok, but why do I have to stay away from him?"

 

Vegeta almost dropped his chopsticks. Did she just listen to a word I just said?! "Woman, sometimes you are so stupid that...never mind. As I said earlier, he is so horny that he wouldn't be able to stop himself. That was probably why he was acting all weird around you." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "How did he act around you?"

 

Bulma started chewing on her lower lip, trying to remember. "Oh yeah, he had just gotten out of the GR, and I found him all battered and bruised with this one really big gash on his arm, and I ordered him to sit down so I could bandage it. He tried to run away, but I wouldn't let him. Then I started taking off his armor and push down the top of his spandex, and he started to fight me. I tried to reassure him that everything was ok, and that I wasn't going to hurt him, but he still fought until I yelled at him to stop it. He was trembling really bad, and I started getting worried. When I was bandaging his arm I noticed that he had bent the armrests on the cockpit chairs that are supposedly unable to be bent by Saiya-jins. I remarked to myself that I would have to talk to the engineer and-"

 

"Onna, no one cares about the engineer." However, he couldn't help but think about how Gohan had bent those armrests. I can't even bend them...and I tried.

 

Bulma looked apologetic. "Sorry, I guess I got carried away. Anyhow, it was like he was trying to hold himself back from something, and he really wanted to get away from me." She gasped, stopping. "You mean he actually wanted me?!"

 

"He didn't want you, Onna. If you haven't recognized by now, you are older than his mother. His body was what was telling him to want you, not his mind. He was probably very sick with himself," Vegeta told her, trying to pound it into her thick skull to stay away from him.

 

She pressed her hand to her chest, looking shocked and staring off into space. Vegeta rolled his eyes, standing up. "Come on, Kakarott, she's going to stay that way for a while."

 

Goku nodded, following after Vegeta and leaving Bulma to stare blindly into space.

 

Gohan started heading back to the GR, feeling so damn embarrassed now that he didn't even want to see anyone ever again. He just wanted to lock himself into the GR and never come out.

 

He sighed, knowing that it wasn't possible. He had to save Videl, no one else. He sighed again as he walked through the metal door that led into the GR. He didn't really want to train right now, what he really wanted was some food and some sleep in a comfortable bed. He didn't even know what time it was, he couldn't very well look. He grumbled to himself as he walked over to the computer, typing in some various codes so it would announce the time.

 

"The time is 9:53 P.M. Have a nice day."

 

He was sick of those "Have a nice day" things that computer said. He was ready to reprogram the stupid thing to say something like, "Get back to training," or "Now be a good boy and try not to rape Bulma, who is three decades older than you!"

 

He was sick with himself. He wouldn't have ever even thought about Bulma in that way if he hadn't become so damn lecherous. He growled, plopping himself against the computer and waiting for everyone to go to bed so he could leave.

 

He felt like an animal. He couldn't even leave this room because of the fear of what he might do. He wished he could beat himself up even more than he already had, but he needed to stay healthy. He didn't need to be put into the series of brand-new and better-improved regeneration tanks that had their own designated room. He hadn't seen what they looked like yet, but he had a feeling that he would eventually.