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Bulma\'s Wish	By : uqui Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bulma's Wish
- 1
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Toriyama Akira. I do not own them. I am using
them for the purposes of this fiction and am not making any money from this. I own
the plot.
It's the result of a challenge for Bulma to have Vejiita's strength for one day, having everybody gathered
together and then, while everyone is together have a Bulma
and Vejiita lemon. Challenge was posted on the
DBZFanfics@yahoogroups.com ML AGES
ago and thusthis was originally written and released
several years ago.
My apologies in advance if this sucks (lemony connotations on the word not
intended but noted.) Vejiita is not my favorite character and I'm afraid it shows so I don't know
how successful I was at hiding that this time. It hasn't been beta'd so apologies also for spelling and grammar errors.
Bulma's Wish

By Jade Tatsu
~ * ~
    "Dame da!
I can't do that. Shikashi..." Shenlong snapped his jaws closed. He'd said too much
already. He may have known the person before him for a long time but that
didn't mean he had permission to stray from his set lines.
    "Shikashi..?" The
blue haired woman questioned.
    "My power is not great enough to do what you
wish," Shenlong repeated, returning to the
formula that had served him so well in the past.
    "You already said that." The woman snapped.
"But what is the condition you were about to say?"
    Shenlong sighed. He should have
known he couldn't get away with even the slightest slip of the tongue with the
woman. She was too sharp. He /knew/ that. He had known it for a long time. She
was sharper than her mate when it came to wits. "Shikashi...
I can grant you his strength."
    "His strength? What does
that mean?"
    "I can not change your species or give you his ki power, not even for a short time. They are both beyond
my power however I can grant you his strength, his physical prowess, but only
for a short time. A day at the most."
    Bulma nodded. She hadn't
thought her original wish would be possible but had asked just to be sure. Dende's Shenlong had different
limitations than the Shenlong of her early
adventures. Getting Vejiita's strength for twenty
four hours though... That could work. Buu had shown
her exactly how long twenty-four hours could be. It would be more than enough
for her plan. She'd show the Saiya-jin no Ouji exactly how strong the people of Chikyuu
could be.
    "That's fine. On the day of our celebration, from
noon to noon the next day, grant me his strength," Bulma
looked straight into Shenlong's eyes as she said her
wish. She wanted to be sure the dragon understood exactly what she wanted.
    Shenlong's eyes glowed briefly
and for an instant Bulma was surrounded by a glowing
light that seeped into her body. "It will be. Just remember, you /do not/
have his ki abilities. You cannot fly, you cannot
shoot ki blasts but you will have his formidable
physical strength." Shenlong repeated his
earlier warnings and the limitations on the wish. He had no desire to have her
mate hunting him because she had tried to do something she couldn't do.
    "That Shenlong, will be more than enough." Bulma
smiled mysteriously. "/More/ than enough. I have
no other wishes," she added, "You may go."
    Shenlong blinked as several
images hit him. Bulma's thoughts were powerful. This
wish might almost be as interesting as the pigs'. He would have to keep watch.
    "Sayonara," the great dragon blinked once
again, wondering this time why he bothered to say the word. It was meant to be
a permanent good-bye but he had no doubt he'd be summoned again. With that last
thought he transmuted himself into light, pulsing several times as the dragonballs rose into the air. Finally, with a bright
flash, the balls scattered, shooting off to the edges of the horizon and the
sky returned to it's blue.
    With a smile Bulma mounted her
jet cycle and blasted her way back towards Capsule Corp. She'd wanted her wish
to be private and now that it had been granted she had plans for a celebration
to make. Two celebrations actually, one public and one
definitely private.
~ * ~
    Vejiita glared at his mate. How
dare the woman!? How dare she do this to him? Not only had she pulled him away
from his training, but she had invited everyone he hated into his space, even
that accursed Kakarrotto and his spawn and now
expected him to behave. There were some things you just did not do to the Saiyajin no Ouji and this was one
of them, even if you were their mate. She was going to pay. He'd teach that
weak onna respect. He'd teach her if it was the last
thing he did. //She's not going to know what hit her tonight,//
Vejiita thought with a smirk, flexing his fingers.
There were many ways to fight and she was going to learn exactly who was the
stronger of them.
~ * ~
    "It's good that you could come," Bulma ushered the last of her guests into the outside court
yard she had chosen for this celebration. It was a celebration to mark the
anniversary of Vejiita's loyalty to Chikyuu. Of course, she'd explained it to him in rather
different terms. The guest of honour was even now glaring at everyone. Not that
anyone thought anything unusual with that.
    //He could at least be civil. I have done my best to
ensure that he likes this.// She had arranged for
Chichi to do today's cooking and Chichi was the foremost chief on the planet
when it came to cooking for Saiyajin tastes. Basically
their tastes were the same as a humans, although the
amount they ate was far different but there were a few small things they liked
which were peculiar to Saiyajin, and Chichi knew
every trick. The food served up today would be a veritable gourmet feast for a Saiyajin, fit even for the Saiyajin
no ouji.
    Bulma looked around. Everyone
was here for her party. She'd hadn't expected anyone
to refuse her invitation. Tien was hovering over
Lunch was was nursing yet another child. Goten and Trunks were engaged in a mock sparing session,
demonstrating some moves for Uub while Gohan and Kuririn spoke quietly.
Chichi was still preparing food while Videl was
guarding the food from a hovering and salivating Goku. Juuhachigou and Juunanagou stood together watching the proceedings with
faint expressions of boredom. Buu and Mister Satan
were sitting together watching Marron, Bra and Pan play with Bee, the elder
girl was supervising the game so that it didn't get too rough. Kame Sennin was passed out against the wall were
he'd been flung after getting too friendly with Juuhachigou.
Turtle was watching him but was also involved in a card game with Choutsu, Pu'ar, Yamcha and Oolong. Karin had sent his regards via a grouchy
Yajirobe who was glowering in a corner across from
the glaring Vejiita. Yajirobe
was showing slightly more life though by occasionally responding to a comment
made to him by the former Ox King. And she had caught sight of a white cloak
earlier. Piccolo was present but like Vejiita his
appreciation of parties was well known and he was making himself scarce. The
old witch wouldn't come while she had customers and from all reports she was
flooded at the moment and Dende and Mr Popo were busy attending to the functions of heaven but had
again sent their regards. Yes everyone who could come was here. (A/N: I hope I
got everyone.)
    //Everyone's here, so let's get this party on the road!//
~ * ~
    Bulma knew it was noon by the
tingling feeling which passed over her skin. Shenlong's
power enveloped her and she knew her wish was being granted. A small wicked
smile crossed her lips and was quickly gone. Now, when Vejiita
decided it was pay back time for this party, something he invariably did
quickly she would be ready. She'd show that Ouji that
it was unwise to underestimate her and give him a present for his loyalty he'd
not soon forget.
~ * ~
    "Bulma-san, I need some
more salsa's and some dressings. I'll never find them
in your kitchen, so could you please get them?" Chichi asked the question
politely, even though she was doing Bulma the favour
by cooking. "I thought I'd make Vejiita-san's
favourite."
    "You'd better go get them woman," Vejiita's voice was unusually harsh and his eyes almost
glowed with an evil smirk.
    "Hai, Vejiita-ouji,"
Bulma returned sarcastically. //Ohoho...
You're not going to know what hit you!// With a
deliberately enticing twist of her hips she traipsed off to the kitchen.
    //How the hell am I supposed to know where the salsa's
and dressings are kept?// The thought only hit her
once she was half way there. She knew /what/ they were but as to /where/ they
were in Capsule Corps huge kitchen..? She was going to be as lost as Chichi.
There was a reason she had whole battalions of cooking droids and that was to
keep her as far away from the kitchens as possible.
    "I'll just have to find them..." she sighed as
she entered the huge room.
    The room was neat. The only times she had seen it messy
was the few occasions she tried to cook. The stoves were against one wall with
pots hanging neatly over them. Absently Bulma reached
out to flick one around to check her reflection in the polished steel.
    "Mou!"
The curse was involuntary as her gentle touch caused the steel to bend
alarmingly.
    'You will have his formidable physical strength.'
    "Whoa..! I didn't realise it was quite that
much." The evidence before her was chilling. She knew every time Vejiita touched her he was holding in his strength but she
had never known how much. Her slight touch had left an alarming dent in the
pot.
    'Hands that can kill with a touch.'
    Kame Sennin had said that once
to her in one of his few moments of seriousness. Bulma
gulped, fighting a shiver that threatened to engulf her. Shivering would not be
good now. Who knew what she'd destroy. Those words had a whole new meaning to
her now. "I never knew..." she whispered.
    "Never knew what, woman?"
    "Vejiita!"
Bulma whirled.
    "Forget where the food was woman?"
    Any nerves, her newfound fear of Vejiita's
revealed strength vanished at his tone. But then she'd never been afraid of
strength before but couldn't he be civil?
    "Of course not!" She
began walking towards the pantry.
    "Oh, I think you did," Vejiita
narrowed his eyes, before he moved, vanishing to appear in front of his mate.
    "Eep!"
Bulma was startled for an instant. "Don't do
that!"
    Vejiita merely looked superior
at her. "Humph! And what can you do about it, woman?"
    //Not this time, Vejiita,// Bulma thought with sudden evil
finality. She knew what he wanted. Whenever she did something like this,
something that annoyed him, he'd do this, a series of little things which made
him feel superior, in charge, stronger. //I won't be submissive today. In
fact...// She eyed one of the walls behind him. With Vejiita's
volitile temper select interior walls of the building
had been reinforced. You just had to know which one's, and yes... that one
there was one. //I think it's time to show you exactly
who is the strongest today...//
    "I think I'll do this..." She whispered the
last, grabbing Vejiita's shoulders and pushing him
hard up against the wall as she leant in and fiercely took his mouth.
    Deep in his lair, Shenlong
convulsed with laughter. Vejiita's expression was
well worth the power it had cost him to grant this wish.
    To say the Saiyajin no ouji was surprised would be an understatement. His words
might be harsh but he was always so careful when he touched her, /always/ and
now she was showing a strength that rivalled his own. He didn't even feel
himself hit the wall as she pushed him back. His mouth opened passively as Bulma's tongue demanded entrance. She sucked hard, pulling
his tongue back into her mouth where she bit down lightly, batting playfully at
her prize.
    After a few moments Bulma
pulled back, her face sporting it's own evil smirk at Vejiita's obvious surprise. "And after I've done that,
I think I'll move on to something else." Taking full advantage of Vejiita's continuing passiveness, she moved her one hand to
his hips, pushing him even more firmly against the wall. "Chichi's going to have to wait a bit before she can make
your food," she whispered softly as the murmur of voices from outside came
to her. She was excited already but the proximity of their friends and the
chance that they'd be caught only heightened her senses.
    With a practiced move she slipped the hand not holding Vejiita pinned, into his spandex, moving to stroke lightly
at his manhood. (A/N Or should that be saiyajinhood?) Vejiita had
recovered somewhat and was pushing against her hold, even as he slipped his
hands beneath her shirt, searching for her already hardening nipples. His mind
might still be befuddled but his body knew how to react. //He's still being
careful.// Bulma could feel it in his touch and her
decision was made instantly. //Just this once, Vejiita-kun...
Just this once...//
    She pushed forward, once again capturing her prince's
mouth, not bothering to hold back in the slightest, letting him feel the
strength she would have for this night. Her hand wrapped itself around his
length and she used her thumb to stroke the head. Bulma
pulled her head back, mouth open and her tongue trailing. "Just
this night, Vejiita-kun. Just this night...
But this can be a taste of what is to come."
    "What do you mean, woman?" He growled, eyes
half closed from the pleasure she was enticing from his groin but he was still
pushing against her hold. He was not about to be pinned.
    "Dame!" Bulma exclaimed, looking into his eyes as he jerked his
hips against her hand, trying to reverse their positions. She pushed a little
harder, just to drive home the point that this time, he wasn't going to break
free of her and was surprised at the sudden flinch that shivered it's way through his body.
    'His formidable physical strength.'
//I guess Shenlong meant even his Super Saiyajin strength...// Bulma came
to the conclusion as a whine of protest from the wall was lost in a groan from Vejiita. //Now /this/ has possi...//
"Ahh..." She blinked in surprise crying out
involuntarily as she noted a slight gleam of victory in Vejiita's
eyes as one hand, which had given up on her breasts, stroked her, slipping
gently inside the folds of her vagina, arousing a hot stab of pleasure which
tingled it's way outwards through her body.
    "Hmm..." she sighed contentedly, removing her
hand from his shaft replacing it's presence by pushing her mound against him.
The movement forced him to remove his hand and, from the drowning gleam of
victory in his eyes, was almost more than he could stand. "Naughty
boy..." Bulma whispered, placing a quick kiss on
his nose, pushing her hard nipples against his chest. Then one brief chaste
kiss on his lips, pulling back before he could deepen it and she allowed
herself to slide down his body, in time with the hand that was unbuttoning his
shirt. She knew what he was trying to do. He may not know how she was getting
her strength but he was determined to break it, forcing her to drop her guard
in pleasure before he swooped. A quick glance upwards, from where she was
lightly nipping as his hardened nipples revealed a predatory shine still
hovering in his eyes. She would have to fix that.
    No longer bothering with the buttons she tugged on his
shirt, ripping the fabric away from his body so that her hand and mouth could
assault the soft sensitive skin of his stomach. She rubbed at his nipples,
moving her free hand back and forth between them while her tongue laved his
skin, paying special attention to his belly button, dipping in and out of its
depression, with fierce strokes. Vejiita's hands were
on her head but their grip was evidence of his weakening state. She almost had
him. She moved up and down, making sure she had given attention to every inch
of firm exposed skin.
    //Enough play...// She decided, translating the decision
into action by leaning against him to hold him pinned, the hand that had been
on his hips moved lower pulling down his spandex before moving to join her
thigh in rubbing and caressing his stiffening pole. He was almost ready but
she'd have to take the first step before he lost it. //So be it.//
    Bulma moved her hand, sliding
towards the base of his shaft to run her manicured nails over the velvety sac
at the base. Vejiita quivered at the sensation but it
only caused a brief pause in the pressure he was exerting to free himself and
after the initial burst of pleasure had passed though him his hands once again
sought to stimulate her. She closed her eyes, letting herself slip lower to once
again treat his belly button with her tongue. //I'll just have
to pleasure him so much that he can't think... But I'll have to hold him in
place first.//
    She shifted still lower, falling to her knees as she
moved both hands to Vejiita's hips. He wasn't about
to escape her. "Vejiita," she whispered
breathing the words. "Tonight is yours but now, /now/ is mine." When
she finished the words she tilted her face to the side, running her cheek along
his length placing a rough lick on his balls before pulling back, sliding her
tongue along the underside before engulfing the head with her mouth.
    The movement had the desired effect. Vejiita
stiffened bracing himself against the wall as a moan of pleasure forced itself
past his lips. Bulma smiled around him as she traced
the tip of her tongue over him circling the head before moving to lap at the
dripping depression in the centre. She swallowed, breathing deeply, allowing
herself the fully feel Vejiita's presence, smell the
unique musk that was him. Bulma sighed,
her own pleasure roused at his smell and took him deeper into her mouth. She
closed her eyes as she drew back slightly before moving forward again, taking
him deeper still into the moist warmth.
    Vejiita gritted his teeth,
holding himself back. Despite the strength she had displayed earlier and her
words, he still did not believe it, was not willing to take that chance just
yet. But it was sapping his formidable self control as she continued to
pleasure him, driving even the smallest hint of rational thought from his mind.
They had been mates for years, had enjoyed each other intensely many times but
she had never been this demanding, never been this forceful. He had always been
able to keep some modicum of control. But this... This
was awakening his saiyajin instincts, the basic urge
to mate as fiercely as possibly, to dominate his mate... He wouldn't be able to
hold out against those desires for long. He gritted his teeth against the
pleasure, slamming his fist into the wall.
    Bulma would have grinned. //I win, Vejiita-kun. I win, for now.// She bobbed her head back and forth, tracing the the bulging veins with the tip of her tongue as she moved. Vejiita's smell, his presence and his obvious pleasure were
sending thrills of pleasure through her own body but he was still holding back.
He'd stopped trying to control this but at the same time he wasn't encouraging
her. He was still thinking, still protecting her.
    She took a deep breath, shifting her angle slightly and
plunged forward. Bulma closed her eyes, as her
movement sent a stab of pleasure through her, one that was almost the same as
she felt when she was impaled by him. "Hmmm...." she sighed before
swallowing.
    "Agh..!" Vejiita fought back the cry as his mate swallowed him,
taking him fully inside her mouth and humming. "Aha... no..." The
words were barely audible, dragged from his mouth as her throat massaged him.
But it was too late, the brush of her hair against his balls was the final
stimulus he needed and the fierce instincts he had been fighting back were
released. "Grr..." With that guttural
utterance he slammed one hand into the wall, gripping the metal. The other went
to the back of his mates head, pushing her on to him.
    Bulma felt it, the exact moment
Vejiita lost control and braced herself
for it. She was pulling back as he moved to hold her in place and the momentum
allowed her to draw back enough the take breath. He snarled as the pressure on
the base of his penis vanished and Bulma quickly
moved one hand there, wrapping it around him and squeezing gently rhythmically.
Her own pleasure washed through her body in waves. She sucked hard at the
length in her mouth, knowing the heat and the pulsing pressure of her motion
would drive Vejiita's pleasure higher.
    She couldn't stop, even if she wanted to so the sudden
voice outside the kitchen was both embarrassing and stimulating. Vejiita's eyes flashed dangerously at the potential
interruption, and his free hand glowed with ki.
    "I know, Chichi, I know they've been gone a while. Bulma probably got lost in the pantry or something."
    //Goku...// Bulma
absently identified the voice as she suckled on Vejiita,
swirling her tongue furiously.
    Outside the kitchen Goku
paused. He was well attuned to the ki's of his
friends but he had never felt Vejiita's or Bulma's like this before. It almost felt like they were
blushing but it was something more than that. With a faint smile he backed
away. The slight flare in Vejiita's ki had been warning enough, besides this was something they
should be alone for.
    Inside the kitchen, Bulma
paused in her ministrations slightly, listening as footsteps moved away but at
the same time, she knew they had been caught. She shrugged mental shoulders as
the power in Vejiita's hand vanished, she felt too
good to care and being 'caught' had only driven her excitement higher. She
groaned, taking Vejiita fully again swallowing around
him as he growled his pleasure.
    As she drew back she lightly raked her teeth along him. Vejiita gasped at the harsh pleasure and pushed at her
head, succeeding at forcing her to deep throat him again. Bulma
swallowed again, massaging him as her hands moved to stroke his balls, her
nails tracing around their velvet sac. After a moment she experimentally pushed
her head back against the pressure he was exerting. She swallowed again,
rewarding him for the force he was showing but after the third swallow she
pushed back more forcefully, her lungs beginning to tell her that it was time
to draw air.
    Bulma felt a small stab of
worry pass through her when she couldn't move and pushed back harder, bitting
down slightly as she used her full Shenlong enhanced
strength to draw back and take breath. Her teeth raked him again and as she
sucked lightly on the head, her hands felt a familiar tightening in his balls. Vejiita growled as a halo of energy surrounded him, a
familiar gold ki flame that changed his hair gold and
his eyes torquise.
    As Vejiita cried out with his
release, Bulma pushed herself forward again,
swallowing him to the root as his seed spilled into her throat. She drew back
sucking and lapping at him again, tasting the last of his salty essence. She
let him fall from her mouth and began to kiss her way back up his stomach. She
paused to kiss each nipple before Vejiita dragged her
upwards, capturing her mouth and turning her around, pushing her up against the
wall as his hair fell from it's sharp peak, resuming
it's glossy black colour.
    "My turn woman," he growled, slipping his hands
beneath her clothes. One rubbed at her nipples while the other moved lower
stroking at her labia.
    "Veji...ita!" She
choked on the word, wrapping one leg around his body at the sensations he was
creating in her already stimulated body.
    "Heh!"
He smirked, taking her mouth again, fiercely battling her tongue.
    She pushed against his shoulder's
but he was ready for her and this time kept her pinned against the wall. He
stroked her deeper, slipping one finger inside and probing in and out. Bulma broke his kiss throwing her head back. Vejiita kissed lightly at her exposed skin before nipping
at her throat.
    "Vejiita... No..." Bulma's voice broke on the words. She could barely breath. Sucking at him, smelling him, pleasuring him had
aroused her almost to the point of no return but now he was touching her,
rubbing her, driving her excitement higher and she almost felt as if she would
break. "Pl... Please..." she begged.
    "Hmm?" He pulled back,
looking at her questioningly with one eyebrow raised. "What do you want,
woman?" With each word he stroked her, pushing deeper and deeper, exerting
more agonising but exquisite pressure on her clitoris, making her arousal
sweeter and tighter, taking her higher with each movement. "What?" He
questioned again, pulling his finger back, completely freeing her body from any
pressure, anything she could use as a release.
    "Please!" Bulma
squealed, whining at the sudden void his absence left in her.
    Vejiita smiled, the old
superior smile he had used when he was only the Saiyajin
no Ouji playing with his prey. "What?" He
breathed the question, stroking her with a feather touch.
    "Please..."
    "Not until you understand." With each word he
touched her again, feather light touches that only served to maintain her
arousal and drive her mad with desire. His voice was cold, holding no passion,
no desire.
    Bulma threw her head around,
wildly thrusting her hips against him, seeking friction, anything to give her
final release. "Understand?" Deep in her mind she grinned happily, Vejiita was using his full strength, she knew that but he
was still being careful.
    He stroked two fingers into her, a lightning quick thrust
her mind barely registered but her body felt in full. "Understand the
price of baiting me," his voice was still quiet, offering her no release.
    "...please..." Bulma
gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as tears formed.
    "But I think you know that price," Vejiita purred, a slight note of mercy, of tenderness
showing through his cold tone. With a final move he thrust his fingers into her
again, applying pressure with his thumb giving her the release she desired. He
caught her as she collapsed, gasping as the sweet pressure which had been
building up in her groin exploded outwards washing through her entire body
leaving her feeling drenched in pleasure, an ecstasy she would remember always.
    Gently he leaned in and kissed her again, softly biting
her lips. "But you will learn it again," he whispered with a definite
predatory gleam in his eyes. "I will not be so gentle tonight," he
added, sliding his arms around her and letting them both slip down the wall to
rest on the floor.
    "Hai, Vejiita,"
Bulma said weakly, placing a kiss on his cheek before
settling in his arms. She closed her eyes for a moment, resting, enjoying the
sweet pleasure that still flowed through her body. She could still smell him,
taste him and as she realised that she felt her body pulse with slight arousal
again, right before she was unceremoniously dumped on to the floor as Vejiita rose.
    "We've been gone too long." He said shortly and
at his words the murmur of noise from their friends seemed to become more
urgent. "Compose yourself, woman and get back out there. I'll be there as
soon as I get a new shirt." With that he strode through the doors to the
kitchen, heading deeper into the Capsule Corp buildings. "Oh, and don't
forget to get the salsa and dressings for Chichi..." the reminder wafted
back in the air to her.
"Humph! Saiyajin! As soon as they're
satisfied they want to eat and as soon as they've eaten they want sex. Only
thinking of themselves," she scoffed,
conveniently forgetting the tenderness Vejiita had
shown even when using his full strength. But Bulma
rose, re-buttoning her shirt and smoothing her skirt as she walked towards the
pantry. She had a party to attend to now although the after party promised to
be better.
    With a sigh, she opened the door to the pantry, a sigh
that turned into a choked gasp of surprise. Calmly and with no expression at
all, Piccolo walked out, absently handing her several jars, one of a rich
tomato salsa and the others of various salad dressings Vejiita
was known to favour. Bulma's ears burned as Piccolo's
calm eyes surveyed the room his sharp gaze tracing out the depressions in the
wall and the slightly scorched mark it bore and lingering noticeably on the pot
she had dinted, before he headed to the door, back out to the court yard with
silent steps, never saying a word. He turned back, just before he turned the
corner and met her eyes, his expression one of faint amusement and then he was
gone.
    Bulma felt herself slide back
down on to the cool floor. This was too much... A soft strangled laugh escaped
her throat and before she knew it she was laughing weakly, torn between
embarrassment and anger. This was /far/ too much... She closed her eyes,
seeking shelter in the darkness and quiet before it was shattered by the return
of the noise from outside. No matter what had happened, and who had caught
them, she still had guests to attend to.
    She gave herself a mental shrug. Piccolo was discrete, he would be if he wanted to continue to live
because while /she/ couldn't do much about his knowledge, even with her present
strength, if Vejiita found out, there would be
literally hell to pay, even ignoring the fact that Vejiita
should have sensed Piccolo at that range. //He is discrete, so is Goku when he wants to be...// Bulma
reminded herself, slowly rising from the floor and with stumbling steps that
were sure by the time she reached the door, she took herself back to the first
of Vejiita's Loyalty Parties.
    The second one, from its prelude was going to be
interesting and she had best rest up while she could. She was, after all, only
two hours into Shenlongs wish and that left a whole
world to explore.
Owari.
~ * ~
Notes:
NO, I am NOT going to write the mentioned evening's entertainments between Bulma and Vejiita. I don't like
the characters that much. If you want to know how they could have gone there are any number of other BV lemons or use your imagination.
Definitions
Dame da - No or I can't or Don't. It's a very useful set of words.

Shikashi - But/However

Onna - woman

Mou - General female exclamation of frustration
Hope you like. That being done Ja
matta Minna-san.
C&C would be appreciated. ^_^
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