Let\'s Have A Little Fun

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Chapter 11: A Small Price To Pay


Vegeta headed straight for the shower. Now that she was sound asleep,
he had some snooping to do. Quickly he finished and dressed. Silently, he
left the main house heading to her lab. He soon realized his mistake. ‘Shit!
I forgot about the alarm.’ He had completely forgotten about the alarm that
was set after hours. ‘Let’s see. Whatever she is up to, I’m sure the old
man knows something about it. In the morning I’ll make sure to pay him a
visit.’ Normally he would have just blasted it, but the less attention he
brought to himself, the less chance of him being caught.

Vegeta returned to his room. After resetting his alarm, he crawled into Thi This night would bring strange dreams to him.

He was standing in front of Bulma. It was if she were waiting for something.
Then he powered up, but instead of his hair changing to a golden color, it
changed to black? But it was long, hanging past his shoulders, no longer
in its usual widows peak. His eyes appeared to be blue in color. But his
body was different. His bare chest could still be seen, with all of it’s
rippling muscles. However, now there was a fine red fur that covered him.
It went from his wrists to his shoulders, across his back, around his groin
area, down his legs to his ankles and covered the length of his tail. It
made a V shape beginning at his shoulders and coming to a point at his abdomen.
Inside the V was his bare chest and abs. He was dressed in black leather
pants and boots. He looked at her, desiring her, his mate. Waking suddenly,
he looked around to see where he was. Yes, he was still at CC, in his room.
He laid back down, folding his arms back beneath his head.

‘I don’t understand. I’ve reached the legendary but what was this dream?
I feel like there was an enormous power surrounding me. And she was there.
Why would she be there? Could it be a premonition of what’s to come? Wait,
I remember, in the dream, we were undergoing the mating ritual. Is this the
transformation that is possible if the ritual is performed in that one certain
manner? But there is almost certain a chance of death.’

So many questions spun an intricate web throughout his mind. He would not get much sleep tonight after all.


The sun shone across her room, dancing along the covers of her bed. The
warmth woke her to find that she was in desperate need of a shower. ‘Ewe!
What is that smell? Oh, Kami, it’s me.’ She rolled out of bed and made her
way to the shower. Adjusting the temperature so that it was not too hot,
but rather warm, she undressed and climbed in.

‘Just what I needed. Boy, my muscles haven’t ached this much in years.
Must be all the extracurricular exercise here lately.’ She leaned into the
water, letting the droplets pummel her soft skin. Finishing up, she dressed,
did her hair and make-up, then made her way down to the kitchen.

Mr. And Mrs. Briefs were sitting at the table having coffee. They had
already ate and were just enjoying each others company. Occasionally, the
Mrs. would have a non-blond moment to where they could quietly sit together.
Hearing noise from the stairway, Mrs. Briefs popped up and off she went.
Busy, busy, busy. Bulma, went over to the table and sat by her father.

“So, I guess Vegeta’s out training?”

“He’s been out there for hours,” replied Dr. Briefs.

“Good. So how’s the project coming?”

“Excellent. Should have it done this evening, tomorrow at the latest.”

“Wow, that fast. What about the regeneration tanks? And how about the stuff I gave you yesterday afternoon?”

“No problem. Consider it handled.”

“Great. I’m going this morning to make the final decision on where it
will go. Then I’ll have the crew go out and ready the lot.”

“Just let me know what you need, dear.”

“Thanks a bunch, dad. You’re the best.”

Bulma grabbed a quick bite and then she was off. She picked out the exact
place where she wanted the house and marked it so that the ground crew could
ready it. Afterwards, she sat beside the running stream, thinking of how
she hoped things would work out.


Meanwhile, Vegeta left the GR to pay a visit to Dr. Briefs. Entering his
lab, he quietly snuck up behind the man. He was trying to see what he was
working on. Luckily, the actual construction was being done in another building.
Dr. Briefs just oversaw the project.

“Old man, tell me what it is your working on,” demanded Vegeta.

“Oh, it’s you, Vegeta. You startled me. Well, I’m trying to make a new
training bot that will withstand your attacks. That way you won’t have to
be inconvenienced any more than necessary.” Dr. Briefs could tell that Vegeta
was fishing for information.

“I don’t believe you. You and her are up to something and I’m damn well going to find out what it is.”

“If you say so, Vegeta. But I promise me and Bulma aren’t up to anything.”

“Ah, ha! I never said it was Bulma that you were working with. Now tell me old man or else.”

Vegeta was very good at bullying the elder Briefs. Even though he did
not feel the need to actually do harm to him, it still was interesting seeing
him squirm.

“But I promised not to say a word. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“What do you mean a surprise?”

“Her house, Bulma has decided to move out into her own house. I’ve just
been helping her get it together. You can’t let her know that I told you.
She’ll never forgive me.”

“Where is she now?”

“She’s marking the lot so that the ground crew can ready it for the house.”

“And where might that be?”

“In the south quadrant.”

Vegeta turned and left. Leaving Dr. Briefs to ponder what he had done.


He flew in the direction she should be, keeping low so as not to be noticed.
He searched for her ki signature, she had developed a distinct ki since her
change had taken place.

‘There it is, she’s just ahead.’ He dropped down to the ground, satisfied to walk the rest of the way.

Bulma dangled her feet in the water, enjoying the peacefulness that surrounded
her. ‘This is the perfect place to make a home,’ she thought. She laid back
on the ground still keeping her feet in the cool water. She watched as the
occasional cloud would pass over, trying to decide what shape it looked like.
‘That one looks like Oolong,’ she laughed out loud as she remembered the
early days of their friendship, ‘Here piggy, piggy.’ She laughed again. ‘That
Oolong is so funny.’

Vegeta watched from a distance. He was not aware that this area existed
on the Capsule Corp. compound. ‘I like this place,’ he thought. ‘There’s
no one around to interrupt like at the main grounds.’ He continued watching
Bulma when he noticed she had her feet stuck in the water of the stream.
She didn’t seem to be paying much attention to anything. He wasn’t going
to let her know that he was there, but the devil in him would not let him
miss an opportunity like this. He made his way to the edge of the water,
slipping in quietly so not to alert her of his presence. He was a very agile
swimmer and therefore could hold his breath a long time. He swam up to where
he could see her feet in front of him. At first, he took a piece of water
grass and tickled her foot.

Bulma jerked her foot a little as something tickled it. She raised up
and looked to see if she could see anything but there was nothing there.
‘Must have been one of those little fishies,’ she thought.

This time, he grabbed a hold of her ankles and pulled her in, scaring
the shit out of her. She screamed as loud as she could before going under.
Luckily for him, his ears were submerged and the water baffled her shrieking
voice. As soon as he yanked her in, he let go of her ankles, still hiding
, unnoticed. Bulma raised up out of the water, after gathering her breath
she started screaming again.

“What the hell grabbed me? Who’s there?,” she said out loud. She looked
around the top of the water and still could not see anything. Especially
anything big enough to have pulled her in. ‘Something’s not kosher about
this.’ Bulma stood still and waited for the ripples to stop. Slowly she turned
scanning the area again, this was when she noticed a few tiny air bubbles
rising up to the surface. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she could make
out a black widows peak floating in the soft waters current. ‘That no good
son-of-a-bitch. How the hell did he find…..Dad how could you! Oooh, I’m pissed.’
Her tail lashed about behind her signaling to those in the know to stay away.
Funny thing though, Vegeta couldn’t see her very well from his current vantage
point so he was unaware that she had spotted him. He dared not to move. Out
of nowhere came a crash on top of him. She had pounced, landing horizontal
with him. She was also a very good swimmer. She attempted to strangle him
but to no avail. Vegeta retaliated with the sudden contact, flying straight
up out of the water. Bulma clung to him tightly, he was not going to get
away from her. He came down on the ground turning so that she would absorb
the impact. He did slow up so as not to do any permanent damage.

“Ungh,” was the escape of pain from her lips. “You asshole! What the fuck
do you think you’re doing? First you try to drown me and now your trying
to break my back.”

“Oh, poor little spoiled girl, can’t take a joke,” Vegeta said as he was attempting to tickle her. She was in no mood for this.

“Get away from me,” she said as she pushed him away. Normally his antics
would not affect her in such a way, but this time he had really caught her
off guard and scared her. She stood and walked away from him, trying not
to let him see the tears flowing from her eyes. But he did notice, causing
other unfamiliar feelings to hit him, ones of regret, concern.

‘Why do I care if I scared her? She deserved it. She should know to be
more alert than that, not to allow herself to be open to such an attack.’
But just as he thought these words his heart felt heavy. He did not like
seeing her sad, she has always been so happy, so alive. Very reluctantly,
he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her in an embrace.

“Woman, this will be the first and last time I ever say this, I’m sorry.”

‘Did I just hear him correctly? Did he just say he was sorry?’ Bulma was
awestruck. Never in a million years did she ever expect an apology.

“It is clear, Vegeta, you are apparently suffering from lack of oxygen
from being under the water for so long. Because I know I did not just hear
you apologize.”

“I would not have said it if I did not mean it. But, like I also said, it will never happen again.”

Deciding that in itself, his apology would be enough, she changed the subject.

“So, how did you know where to find me?”

Vegeta could tell she was trying to catch him and whoever might have given
him her location, but decided to play coy. “What do you mean, I wasn’t looking
for you?”

“Then what are you doing out here?”

‘Hmmm, come on Vegeta think of a good answer or she’s going to figure you out,’ his mind trying to convey some type of urgency.

“I come here a lot when I want to be alone. There’s no interruptions, usually.”

Bulma was still a little suspicious. “So, do you come here often?”

“Lately I have. I have had several things to think about.”

“Like what?”

‘Damn nosey woman,’ was one thing he was wanting to say but refrained.
It was very unVegeta like to act in such a manner. One who doesn‘t care,
demanding not asking, blow them to bits, that was more his style, except
with her. He just started making up answers that sounded good.

“I am a Prince, from a very proud heritage. It is belittling to me to
have to depend on others for my necessities. Being that I have no income,
as you humans call it, I am at a loss. I thought perhaps, of having the old
man construct a cabin here for me. I am able to hunt for my food and therefore
would only need the technological help.
At least then, I would no longer be in total debt to your family.” Thinking to himself, ‘Yeah, that sounds good.’

“I guess I can see your point but you were invited. It’s not like you
walked up and said ‘I’m going to live with you and you will be at my every
beck and call’ well at least the first part is true. Vegeta, there is something
I have to tell you.”

‘Oh, shit! Don’t be pregnant. Don’t be pregnant,’ he kept chanting this
in his mind. Not that he didn’t want an heir, but now was not the time. First
the ceremonies would have to take place.

Seeing the look on his face, she deduced that he probably thinks she’s
pregnant. ‘Hmmm, revenge or no revenge? Boy that’s a toughie. I think I’ll
save my revenge for later.’

“No, I’m not pregnant.”

“How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

“ESP, woman’s intuition, whatever you want to call it.”

“E-S huh? Women’s what?”

“Never mind. Anyway, I have decided that it is time for me to move out
of the main house at Capsule Corp. I am a young woman, with certain needs,
and no longer feel comfortable living under my parent’s roof.”

“So what does this have to do with me?”

“Well, one of the conditions upon me being able to do this, is that I have to take you with me.”

“Excuse, me. Do I not have any say in this?”

“At first I was concerned whether you would agree to move in with me,
however, in light of what you just said about your pride and all, I should
think it would be a welcomed move for you. Plus we would have more time alone
to , you know,” Bulma winked at him in regards to her last few words.

‘Damn it. She’s got me there,’ he thought.

“Don’t worry Vegeta. I have arranged for you to have anything that you
could possibly need. Kami knows I would not want to have to listen to you
bitch all the time.”

He was taken aback that she would take his needs into consideration. But
she did have a point. If he did not have his necessities, he would be after
her at all times.

“Exactly what have you arranged for me to have?”

“Well, a new state of the art Gravity Room with sparring bots that have
been built to withstand a nuclear explosion. A weight room with your own
personal hot tub and sauna. Then there are a few other surprises.”

“What surprises?”

“Well if I told you, they wouldn’t be surprises anymore.”

“I don’t like surprises!”

“Trust me, you’ll like these.”

“Fine. When exactly is this going to take place? I don’t want to interrupt my training any longer than absolutely necessary.”

“Either today or tomorrow. You won’t have to do a thing. I will have our
serva-bots pack your belongings and bring them here.” Bulma looked at her
watch. “Oh, wow, I didn’t know it was getting so late. Popping a capsule
containing her air bike, she hoped on and called out to Vegeta, “Sorry Veggie,
gotta go check on things. See ya later, alligator!”

‘Mental note: Rethink bright idea of making the blue haired woman my mate.’
Vegeta just stood there, his head cocked to one side with his arms crossed
over his chest, thinking of what had just transpired. Gathering his wits
about him, he looked around the place. In all actuality, he had never been
here before. It was definitely away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
He stayed there up until a blanket of darkness fell across the land. He sat,
leaning back against a rock, with one leg bent up to his chest. The dream
from the previous night playing through his thoughts. Being the warrior that
he was, his body yearned for the possibility of reaching new levels of strength.
But at what risk would this be obtained. He was certain it was the result
of initiating the mating ritual along with tail manipulation. That would
mean if initiated, there was a distinct possibility he would do bodily harm
to her or even worse. ‘She is a lot stronger now. Perhaps it would not be
as bad as I think.’ It would have to be a mutual decision.


Bulma had checked and double checked on the progress. Everything was ahead
of schedule and should be completed in the next day. She arranged for the
ground crew to start their job in the morning. Stretching, she called it
an evening and went in for diner.

It was odd that Vegeta did not show for a meal. After she finished, she
excused herself and went out to the porch to relax in the swing.

‘I wonder why he didn’t come for diner? It’s not like him to miss meals.
Maybe he’s still up at the site. He did say that he liked to go there to
think.’ She She longed for him. Lately, she needed contact with him daily. She wanted
his embrace, his soft, sultry whispers, his kiss….. ‘Oh, what the hell. I’ll
just go and see if he’s still there.’ She popped open her capsule air bike
and took off in his direction.

Keep in mind that Bulma does not know that Vegeta had never been there
before. He had only been trying to calm a storm before it could start. He
knew that if she found out the old man had disclosed the information to him,
she would never forgive him.

Vegeta looked to the stars. He wondered what life would have been like
if that little thing called destiny had not played it’s small part in this
warriors life. He pictured himself being alone, even though he would be the
strongest being in the known universe, even though he could have any woman
he desired, none of them would be his equal. None of them would be her. Not
that she was as strong as he, or as knowledgeable in warfare, but she made
it up in intellect, cunning and bravery. Plus she was the most stunning mortal
he had ever laid eyes on. He gazed out across the moonlit land. It was breathtaking.
One should not be alone to experience it. As if hearing his silent plea,
the soft hum of an air bike approached. Searching, he recognized her distinct
ki. Ever since the new Saiyan DNA coursed through her veins, certain attributes
were beginning to manifest themselves. In all honesty, he did not know what
the final outcome would be. ‘It will definitely be interesting to find out.’


Bulma pulled up near where he sat. Hopping off the bike she asked, “Whatca doin?”

“Thinking.”

“Aboutt?&#t?”

“Specifically, you!”

“Oh, is that a good thing or a bad thing.” Her tail playful flicked behind her anticipating contact with his body.

“Yet to be determined.”

“Asshole!”

“That’s me.”

Bulma walked over and sat beside him. Giving him a punch in the arm. He
moved his legs in order to place her in between them. He encouraged her to
lay back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly
against him. Just as his tail wrapped around her waist, her entwined around
his arm. Together they sat, gazing at the stars.

When Vegeta spoke, it was with great importance. The sudden break in silence
caused Bulma to jump. “Kami, Vegeta. Don’t do that.”

“Woman, I need to ask you a question.”

“So ask, and by the way my name is Bulma.”

Vegeta looked at her, it was now or never.

“For Kami’s sake Vegeta, quit looking so serious. You’re scarring me.”

“Bulma, I would be honored if you would be my mate.”

Bulma turned to him, cupping her hands to his face. This had been what
she had longed to hear. She searched deeply into his onyx eyes, looking for
truth. There, she found it, absolute genuine sincerity. A lone tear trickled
down her face. She nodded yes and gently placed her lips on his.

Pulling away, he continued, “That’s not all.”

“What do you mean that’s not all? What else is there?”

Vegeta felt confident that she would not deny him this. However, he was
certain that she would have demands for him in order to obtain her complete
cooperation.

“Do you remember the time you were fondling my tail? I scolded you for
it, telling you that if manipulated in the correct fashion, a transformation
would occur.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Last night, I had a dream, or rather a vision. I was standing before
you, my intended mate. You looked as if you were waiting for something. That
is when I transformed. If I am correct, this process will bypass all other
levels of Super Saiyan, taking one directly to the pinnacle of its very existence.
I will understand if you do not wish to engage in this part of the ceremony.
It will be dangerous and could cause bodily harm if not worse.”

His words were not taken lightly. She knew what he asked of her. Within
her very soul, lay her answer. If she was to deny him of this, a dark cloud
would loom over their very happiness. This she did not want.

“Yes, I will do it, on one condition.”

‘Well, here it comes. I knew there would be something she would want in return,’ he thought.

Vegeta asked, “What is your condition?”

“That you take me as a mate in human ways as well as Saiyan. It would
be a small, discrete wedding, inviting only a few select guests.”

He thought about it for, oh, about a hundredth of a second. “I agree to
your request.” To him it would be a small price to pay to reach the pinnacle
of his strength.

“Vegeta, you won’t regret it. I promise. There are so many plans to be
made. Guests to be invited, caterers to be called. Rings, what about rings?
And my dress.”

“Woman, you talk too much.” He wrapped his arms around her pulling her
lips to meet his, embarking on a long, passionate journey beneath a starlit
sky.


A/N: Sorry, no lemon this time. I’ll try to work one in next chapter.