Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Yumenimo ❯ Naked Truth ( Chapter 7 )

Standard Disclaimers:I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its related merchandising rights.
However, this story is my intellectual property. Also, in case you can't tell, this is my first published DBZ fic but mostly my first V/B. ^_~
Also, any relation to late-night adult programs, formerly both running on Showtime, *lol* mentioned within is coincidental. (Yeah, right:P)

Notes:Everyone catch the new eps of DBZ on CartoonNetwork?? Yay, finally!! I loved hearing Bulma shout the words (so kawaii!:) and later seeing her shopping in a jewelry store. If that doesn't mean what I think it does, then I'm delusional. *lol*
I know it's been a long time coming, but while writing this, I got struck by a massive inspiration hammer that pummeled me senseless until I wrote something down that you guys may appreciate in the future, way in the future, since it will take place after the events of Yumenimo. Yup, I'm gonna finish this baby, one way or another. And afterwards . . . *lips are sealed* Intrigued? You won't be sorry if you wait for it. ;)

Warnings:Angst, drama, romance, gratuitous graphic language and lots of it, my stupid attempts at humor, both male and feminine "issues," and even more redundant swears, bitchiness, and non-'morning person' tendencies. So beware! This story is rated-R.

Doumo arigatou gozaimasu to:
Mushi_azn, mischief maker, NSBVEGETA, Pammy, John Stewart, Viny88, Maxelle, dragonlady sakura, kureeji, Da Bomb and Saphire (thanks for the multiple reviews, you two! :), Melphina, SAI FONG, and Arella for all of the constructive reviews of my first lemon filled chapter. ^_^

And special thanks to Tina Lang for being a constant reviewer, inspiration, and support. ^.^

Vegeta shook his head and ran a hand through his gravity defying hair. What the Hell did I do last night? His skull throbbed beneath his palm. If I didn't know any better . . . then I'd say I had one of those what do the humans call it? A hang . . . over? Yeah right. There's no way earthling "alcohol" could effect me as it would one of those weaklings. Still . . . something's not right.

Involuntary, a certain appendage twitched beneath the sheets. What the He reached down and touched the unusually active external organ. Did I have another one of those dreams? Dammit, this is getting annoying. You think I'd have enough to fill my time without the need to jack-of what the fuck!? Vegeta's open eyes fell on a sleeping form next to him. And, mostly, he noticed the blue hair. Shit. The floodgate had opened.

Bulma shifted, stretched, and sighed. What a night. Or was it a dream? Yeah, a dream. Just an incredibly hot, wet, dre

You've finally lost it, Bulma. You know women can't have wet dreams Only guys can

Only guys can what? Use it as an excuse? Fact, women can have very erotic dreams

Spare me the details. I was there. I know who was in the supposed dream with you.

Bulma stiffened. So what, it doesn't matter. It was just a dream

Are you sure about that?

Of course I am. One, I don't have those kinds of dreams. Two, it's not like we'd have a future together. Three, there's no proof that he finds me even remotely attractive. And four . . . there's Yamcha.

Bull, shit, bull-shit, and double bull-shit. One, you're flat-out lying. Two, you're such a pessimist in the morning. Three, don't you remember what you told him about not being able to be resisted? And four . . . you broke up!

Bulma gulped. I almost forgot.

Because after that glorious moment you had wild moneky sex with the Veg all night long.

God, you're such a whore. It was a dream. A d-r-e-a-m

Alright, smarty bitch, then tell me what that goo is between your thighs.

She bit her lip. I hope that is what I think it is. With her eyes still closed, she trailed her hand down her body and gently probed her wet entrance. Shit. She reached the coated fingertips to her alert nostrils. Fuck.

Oh yeah, you know you loved it.

Honestly, she could tell one thing from the smell . . . Shit fuck . . . it was her post climax release.

Your cum, dumb bitch.

So what? That doesn't prove a thing. I could've simply mastur

Well, excuse me, Miss I-don't-do-that but guess what . . . you don't do it. Well, at least not alone.

If you are implying that I used my own hands to

Say it, you know you want to.

M-my own hands while he watched!?

Turns you on, doesn't it?

A lonely muscle twitched within her. Well . . . maybe just a little . . .

There's my gal! Admit it . . . you're a sex addict.

An addict? Hardly . . .

Oh yeah? Then how would you explain those boxed sets of Blue High Heels Journals and Chicks: Tales of Intimacy you keep in that chest in your closet?

Uh, they were a gift?

Hn, as if. More like a gift to yourself.

What can I say . . . they're just good.

Oh yeah, like you watch them for the story lines.

So? It's not like I never read a trashy romance novel . . . let alone that phase I had a few years back. I still love lemonade to this day.

Ever think about sharing your "collection" with someone?

What? You mean like Ve no way! In all the years she had been with Yamcha that was one part of her life that she kept her own. She had known it wasn't fair, but she couldn't say the words . . . to anyone. And especially not to a saiyan prince who believed her whole existence a vulgarity. He'd never . . .

Are you sure about that? For all yo know, he's as addicted as you

Well, no, but that doesn't matter. The fact is that the only time I'm close to him is in my

Yes, your what now? Go on . . . admit it to yourself finally. It's not like he hasn't been there before.

He's only like that in my dreams. Nothing more.

But nothing less than dreamy either. Face it, he's the man of your . . .

I admit it. Vegeta's the man from my dream last night.

Is that all?

No. Though I've tried to get past it, I've dreamt of us before. That diary my dream journal it should be in that chest in the closet along with

The "collection." Not to mention those books you saved and those other "treasures" as well. And the notebooks can't forget those.

The "Forbidden" box. Ha. What a joke.

So are you ready, Pandora? Open the box so to speak . . . and then go where you want with it. Who knows what could happen if you tried.

You think that he . . .

Who knows. You're a free woman now. Make up your own mind.

Yeah. I'm free . . . and I can make my own decisions!

Bulma rolled over the first thing she noticed was waves of blackness and reality blew right out the window. . . . Even bad ones.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her. His chest was exposed no big shock there, he walks around like that half the time anyway but this was the first time she could see it so closely. That wasn't what troubled her. What bothered her was the bed sheet that clung to his muscled form and was hanging dangerously low over his waist, which could mean only two things. He was naked and her dream was real. The worst thing she could do . . . she did. Her gaze lingered on his state of undress, inspected higher, and met his midnight eyes. It never occurred to her to that he was awake.

I should've stayed asleep.

Her eyes . . . that expression could mean one of two things. Shock or fear.

I didn't expect to find him like this . . . to find us like this. Maybe a blush later followed by many awkward silences and unsure glances. Anything but this . . . Bulma inhaled a shaky breath. "V Vegeta, I "

The latter would be better. It should be reassuring for her to know that it won't happen again. "What the Hell are you doing in my room?"

"Uh, well, I don't hey!" She sat up and pulled the thin sheet around her torso to cover what little she could; he was just as precariously covered up to his waist. "This is my room, buster, so unless you have some fantastic explanation, consider your residency here terminated!"

Vegeta's head convulsed. He sat up and leaned forward onto his palm. "Why the fuck does my head hurt? What did you do, Onna, bash me on the head to have your way with me?"

"What? No, I " The 'dream' came flooding back to her. "Vegeta?"

"What?"

"What . . . do you remember about last night?"

Remember . . . what? "Hn. I remember training and then watching that movie which, in the middle of, you got up and left to make yourself "

"Correction. To make us dessert."

"Whatever. Then while I was watching the movie that you forced me to watch "

"Why you dick " You forced me to play it!

" . . . I heard arguing. Tell me, Onna," a smirk reminiscent of his barbarous days passed over his features, "did the weakling come begging for a fuck? Bet you gave it to him too right there in your family's kitchen."

"You asshole! You want to know what he was doing there? He was apologizing, ever hear of it? Of course, his excuse lacked believability." She crossed her arms over her chest. "He cares for that fucking flying furball more than he does me . . . "

"Beaten by a shape shifter in the camouflage of a cat? How does it feel?"

Her arms fell to her sides. "Like shit." Is that how you felt . . . beaten? No wonder you despise Goku and Gohan so venomously.

It almost made sense. So he had neglected her. She doesn't deserve that kind of treatment. She deserves

"So I ended it right there. I told him to leave. And this time," she raised her chin slightly as she lifted her pained eyes to the wall across from her bed and added, "I'm not letting myself take him back."

The monotone did not escape him. She sounds so sure . . . "Not even if he comes spouting sonnets or apologies clad in golden armor surrounded by mounds of flowers?" Don't humans dig that shit?

"No. This time, there's no going back." And I mean that.

Her voice is full of determination. Her courage . . . like the day Frieza returned and was defeated by the mysterious Saiyan and Kakarrot returned in the wake. She came to look her doom in the face even then she showed more courage than half of them. Onna, you have the courage of Saiyans.

Don't I? "So, uh, what happened after . . . " . . . you overheard the fight?

"During the spat, you launched a bowl of goo at me."

"Oh yeah." Priceless. "Then what?"

"The other bowl landed on your head."

"Landed? Whoa, more like dropped on me by you."

" . . . and then you grabbed something and stuffed it into my mouth."

"I did?" All the details of the "dream" she could remember. But one tiny thing before . . .

"It was pale yellow, had a combination furry and mushy texture, and left my mouth dry."

Oh yeah. If I can remember details like that, then maybe I can remember what really happened and figure a way out of this nightmare! "It's called a banana."

"What is this . . . banana?"

"A fruit."

"Not poison?"

She sighed. You trust me that little? She placed her hands on her hips, "No, not poison," and then she realized that gravity was moving the sheet lower.

He lifted an eyebrow as the fabric drifted dangerously low.

Bulma covered her chest again with the shear fabric. Fate hates me. "So what happened after that?"

"I went upstairs to take a shower. The next thing I know, I awoke here."

"You don't remember . . . anything else?"

You were pliable. Vulnerable. You didn't exactly seem pissed to find me in your shower instead of my own. Could you have wanted me to no. He crossed his arms. "No," he lied.

So that's what I am? Utterly forgettable. Hn. Figures.

Her arrogant inner voice spoke up at this. Would you prefer, 'I won't let you go' sextastic?

Better than, 'You were so bad, I don't want to remember.' Unless . . . "Did you have a dream last night?"

"None of your business."

"If we did anything in that dream, then of course it's my business!"

"So?"

"So? So!? I had a dream last night, Vegeta. A very . . . " Hot, kinky, great, sweet, chemically reactive, foreplay filled, amazing, awesome, fabulous, erotic, fantastic, sexy, joyous, yummy, lemon-riffic . . . meow! " . . . graphic dream. And whether you admit it or not, we both know it happened."

Denial should suffice. "Nothing happened."

"Oh, and we had a wet encounter of the psychic kind instead of the fleshy kind?

Plan B? Vegeta growled. Just drop it already! "I've told you again and again that I don't remember what happened!" It's better this way. You'll see.

"And why is that, Vegeta? You, the Saiyan no Ouji, forget something? The universe is ending "

"Well, if I did forget which I'm not saying that I did or didn't then something caused it."

"Like what, genius?"

"Well, this all started after you dumped that mucilaginous dessert on me and tried to asphyxiate me with that poisonous fruit of yours "

Her eyes grew wide and she suddenly exclaimed, "That's it!"

"What's it? Have you lost it again?"

"No, Vegetable Brain, don't you see? You said it yourself. It all started after you ate the banan that pale yellow fruit."

"So."

"So . . . are you in there? Monkey . . . banana."

"What the Hell are you babbling about, Onna?"

It was the banana, Monkey Brain! Bulma exhaled. Bulma really needed to remember that he didn't know Earth stereotypes. Why can't I get him to watch at least one tv program about primates? When everything fails to explain something to an alien, always remember to try approaching it some other way before giving up entirely. "Okay, Vegeta, I'm going to ask you something strange . . . "

"When don't you."

" . . . on your planet are there any fruits, vegetables, or any plants that cause weird behavior in Saiyans?"

"Define weird."

"Say . . . after ingesting it, a saiyan male loses control over his actions and, well, tries to uh . . . " Hump anything and everything with boobs . . .

"Tries to what?"

"And tries to . . . seduce every female that moves?" Here I go being "vulgar" again.

Is that what she thinks of me? That I would merely seduce her? How disgusting. She really believes we are a primate race. Not that their race is all that special; I've seen those shows on TLC, Discovery, and the like saying that humans are evolutions of primates. They are so readily influenced by chemicals, substances, and anything they metabolize. Nothing could ever compare to good god, it can't be. There's no way . . . "Vaguely, I remember an old tale," The real story not told to generations.

"Yes?"

"There was a saiyan prince who had a lush garden that encompassed a large portion of the planet. One day, he spotted a strange tree growing that bore an unusual fruit. Being inexperienced, sheltered, and uninformed, he praised it as a divine gift and ate one of them under the light of a full moon." So what if I'm lying? It's better than the truth any other rationalization should do.

"What happened?"

Who knew that the Saiyan no Ouji could spout such grand embellishments? Here goes. "He changed into an Oorazu and went berserk he was untrained to control it."

"Unlike you, correct?"

"Yeah." You had better believe it. "In his unseeing state, he trampled his gardens, the palace, and any nearby settlements the casualties were costly." At least that much is true.

"How awful!"

"The next morning he awoke naked in a haze with no memory of what he had done." Also true. But it's not the entire tale . . .

Sounds familiar. Bulma sighed. Glad I asked. "Is there a moral to this story?"

"Yes, two of them. Don't partake in the fruit of temptation and training is above all else, of course."

"Those are pretty shitty morals."

"Are you cheapening the astuteness of my people?"

"No, I'm simply saying that even I could've worded it better."

"Then try, if you're so sure."

She thought for a moment. What would a Saiyan think of it? "Well, this is based on what I think a Saiyan perspective might be, not my own."

"That's irrelevant. Spill."

"Bettering oneself takes precedence over what one desires too much to ever reach for." She looked up into his eyes, but could see nothing. No glimmer of understanding or amazement. Nothing. He just sat there a world away on the other side of the bed. At least I'm glad I asked my parents for a king size bed when I grew too tall for my old twin.

The words shocked him. She's closer to the real meaning that she realizes.

Once again, she looked away from him and noticed how the thin sheet clung to her legs and showed all yet nothing. Remind me to wear baggy clothes from now on. "But what I don't understand is . . . "

Don't say it.

Lazily, she traced her legs beneath the cloth, "Then why didn't you kill me instead of . . . " and trailed off.

Why didn't I? You have no idea, do you? He knew what she meant, but a part of him needed to hear her say it. The words mean everything. If she could get past her vanity and call it what it was, then everything would be different. Wouldn't it? He didn't miss the hesitation in her tone, her pain, or the slight blush that tinted her complexion. "Instead of?"

Instead of touching "Nothing. It's nothing." Disheartened by her own train of thought, she pulled the bed sheet higher up and tighter around her. "I think you should leave, Vegeta."

For once, he didn't want to argue. He started to stand and then sat down quickly. Shit.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Onna, where are my clothes?"

"Uh," panic started to grip her as she looked frantically around the room. Oh God, why now? "I don't see them."

"Figures." So, he simply stood, let the sheet fall off of him, and walked to the door.

"Vegeta!" She looked away finding her closet door fascinating. "You could have taken the sheet!"

"And then have seen you naked?"

Her blush deepened. "Point taken."

"And for your information, Onna . . . "

She swallowed still hesitant to look at his form in the doorway. "Yeah?"

Noticing her shame and unwillingness to look his way as he gazed at her over his broad shoulder, Vegeta let his features succumb to a playful smirk. I wouldn't have looked away.

"What were you going to say? Tell me what you wanted."

What I wanted? None of that matters. The whimsical guise drained from his strong featured face like blood from a fresh kill. She didn't want me here anyway. "Never mind." He opened the door.

Dammit! Why isn't he answering me? He's the one that brought it up . . . whatever it was. "Why should you care if I'm undressed, anyway? You've already seen everything."

And he stopped. Her words echoed in his head with a bitter aftertaste. I saw everything? Hn. Hardly. He had pleasured a woman, and she no longer existed in that room. I never saw your face.

Say something, please. Say anything. Don't leave me here like this. Don't leave

After a flash hesitation, he stepped out of her room her former sanctuary and closed the door behind him.

He left. He was gone and the door was closed. Closed to my room, the subject, and . . . me. Why does everything have to end with a guy shutting the door . . . to me and my life. Her hands that had a fatal grip on the sheets began turning her knuckles white. Why? They shook. Those . . . those bastards . . . I hate them. I hate them all!

"Damn you all!"

She threw her body back violently onto her mattress and shielded her face with the sheet. Her eyes were wet and clung to the material above her. The tears she had refused to abide threatened to fall. No tears . . . She blinked them away only to feel the chill as they flowed across her temples. No fucking tears . . .

To be continued.

Yeah, I know. It sucked too much talking and the angst kicked in a lot here. Oh, and if some of the thoughts got confusing, here's the explanation: the first two parts alternated V and B's POV's, the third part alternates thoughts every paragraph or so, and the final part is all Bulma. (Still confused? Write me for an explanation if you need it.)

Think I should up the rating because of all the swearing? (Or because of the graphic detail in the last chapter?) Hell, does all the swearing warrant an NC-17 rating? Fuck fuck fuck- fuck-fuck! *suddenly has an urge to sing Jay's rap from Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back but will not mutilate that . . . today* That probably did it. *lol* I'm nuts. ;) It's up to you, the reader/reviewer, to decide. Let your voice be heard!

You thought it was all over? That V&B found their happy ending so soon? Not by a long shot. There's still more craziness to be had. Trust me, it just gets more perplexing from here on. ^.~

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