Let\'s Have A Little Fun

A/N: Reminder that this story is OOC and AU.


Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ/DBGT or the song Obsession by Animation.


Chapter 13: Caught And Showered



Vegeta watched as she sped out of the drive. ‘Damn woman, always in a
hurry to get somewhere,’ he thought. Once she was out of sight, he shut down
the Gravity Room and took off on his own quest. It had only occurred to him
last evening that she being part Saiyan now, could possibly experience the
form of Oozaru. This was a form brought own at the time of the full moon.
The intended would gaze upon the full moon and a change of colossal proportions
would occur. They would change into a giant ape. Vegeta, having mastered
this form, was in complete control at all times. However, during one’s first
transformation, they have no self control. It was up to their superior or
mate to gain control of them and persuade calmness. At first he was not sure
if she would be capable of the change. But, after giving it considerable
thought and noticing particular signs from her, there was no doubt that it
was possible. He had been lucky so far that she had not gazed upon the fullon. on. For him it was not a problem. His strict discipline gave him the will
to not look unless he wanted to. This was one of the reasons he requested
that the events be on the day of a full moon.

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Bulma arrived at the mall and headed straight for the stationary shop.
Over and over in her mind she kept repeating, ‘I’m going to be married! I’m
going to be married! To the most handsome, sexiest being I’ve ever laid eyes
on.’ Needless to say she was in her own little world. Finding the shop, she
entered. Most everyone knew who Bulma Briefs was. She would have to make
sure that discretion was top prioritn oln older woman approached her, “Hello,
my name is Abigail. Is there anything that I may help you with?,” the older
woman asked.

“Yes, I am in need of wedding invitations and thank you cards. I am going to need these ASAP.”

“May I ask what your name is, dear?”

“It is Bulma, Bulma Briefs.”

“Oh, yes, Ms. Briefs, it is very nice to meet you. These wedding invitations, they are for you?”

“Yes, they are. Also, I have to ask that the utmost discretion be used
in this. My fiancé and I wish this to be a very private occasion. I do not
wish the press or anyone else to have access to this information.”

“Yes, ma’am. That will not be a problem. If you will follow me. We have a private viewing room that we may use.”

Bulma followed the lady back to the secluded room. It was nice that she
was taking such measures for her. They sat at a table covered in books containing
samples of all types of stationary. The lady reached for a couple and opened
one up for Bulma to view.

“Do you have an idea of a certain style or color?,” asked Abigail.

“Something elegant, even royal perhaps.”

The elder lady stood and walked to a shelf and pulled out a very old looking
book. She placed it on the table and opened to page 56. Bulmas eyes lit up
and she said,
“That is perfect.” She pulled out the pin that contained the crest of Vegeta’s family,
“Would it be possible to have this imprinted on the front of the invitation?”

The lady took the pin and carefully studied it. Handing it back to Bulma
she said, “It will not be a problem. Also, we can have it printed on the
envelopes and the thank you cards. When do you need these?”

“I will need them by April 7. Will that be enough time?”

“Certainly. Now, let me get all of the personal information and we will be done.”

Bulma told the clerk all the names, dates, etc. that she needed. Once
they were finished, she reached out to shake Abigail’s hand.

“Thank you so much, Abigail.”

“Thank you Ms. Briefs. I will give you a call when they are finished.”

Bulma left the store and headed back out into the mall. ‘OK, that’s done, now onto the dress shop.’

Bulma’s favorite dress shop was Angelo’s. He had anything and everything
a socialite could possibly need. Also, he had known Bulma for years, discretion
would not be a problem for him. She entered the store and spotted Angelo
behind the counter. He raised his hand and tossed her a wave. Bulma smiled
in return, advancing in his direction.

“Well what do we owe the pleasure of having your company with us today?,” he asked.

Bulma leaned over and whispered, “I need a wedding gown.”

Angelo’s eye almost teared up, “Oh, dear, don’t tell me that the most beautiful young woman in West City is getting married?”

Bulma shook her head in confirmation.

“Well then, come right this way. I have just the knock-um-dead gown your looking for.”

“Thanks, Angelo. I knew you would be able to help. Now I don’t want anything
frilly. It must be elegant and fit to my every curve.”

Jokingly he said, “So, do you want white or did you have another color in mind?”

“Very funny, white of course.”

He led her back through the warehouse and into a cold storage locker.
There he ushered her to have a seat while he brought out what he knew would
be the perfect dress for her. When he returned, Bulma looked amazed. How
he could have possibly known that this would be perfect escaped her. The
dress was placed on a mannequin so that every detail could be seen. The dress
itself was made of the finest leather. The leather was soft, smooth and had
a slight sheen to it. In the front, the neck was a low cut heart shape to
accent her ample bosoms. The collar came up around her neck, but was open
in the front. The back was opened and dipped down to her waist. The sleeves
stopped just past her elbows, mid way between them and her wrists. The actual
length of the dress stopped just above her knees. Although it was a little
risqué, it was perfect for her. There was one little alteration that would
need to be made and did he have shoes to match.

“Angelo, it is the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. Can it be altered and do you have shoes to match?”

“Yes, anything for you, my dear.”

Bulma raised her shirt to show her tail wound tightly around her waist,
“As you can see, I will need a place in the back to allow my…..”

Before she could finish, he blurted out, “You have a tail! Oh, my gosh, you have a tail!”

“Calm down, calm down. Yes, I know I have a tail.”

“But how did you….”

“Don’t ask, just answer me, can the alteration be taken care of?”

“Yes, I will see to it personally. I am sure you want to keep this between the two of us?”

“Most definitely. You’re the best, Angelo,” Bulma said as she pecked the handsome gentleman on the cheek.

“How soon do you need it?”

“I will have to have it by April 7th. Will that work for you?”

“Yes, I will call you as soon as it is completed. Oh, I am so happy for you. So, mind telling me who the lucky guy is?”

“Why, so you can try to steal him from me?” It was common knowledge that Angelo was gay.

“No, silly. Well, maybe. Is he that good looking?”

“That and more! Sorry, he’s mine, all mine.”

“Very well, (trying to look disappointed) I will call you in a few days once the gown is finished.”

“Oh, shit! I almost forgot. I need a cloak or cape, or what ever you want to call it. Do you have anything like that?”

“What colors?”

“Navy blue and red.”

Angelo left once more and returned yet again with exactly what she needed.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Know exactly what I want. That is it. That is exactly what I need.”

“Lucky guess, I suppose. Do you want to take this with you or will you pick it up with the gown and shoes?”

“I’ll just pick it up with the rest of my things. You have my shoe size, right?”

“Sure do. Not a problem.”

“Thanks, Angelo. See ya.”

Bulma left. Satisfied that she had accomplished what she had set out to
do. Her mother would be handling the catering. The only other major priority
would be to set it up to have her personal stylist available for that day.
She could take care of that when she got back home. Bulma headed to her car,
hopped in and sped off in the direction of Capsule Corp.


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Vegeta had flown for almost an hour before he found the perfect spot.
If his part of the evening went as planned, they would need to be as far
away from civilization as possible. Not an easy task upon the Earth. However,
he did find an area in the desert. There were no people and on the other
side of the mountains were lush forests. He landed in the midst of the forests.
He looked around for hours. He needed to become aware of every crack and
crevice here. There were many trails, due to the animals that lived here.
He followed them all until he was certain that he knew every path. He had
found a cavern, powering up so that he could easily find his way he explored
this area also. There he found drawings of an earlier civilization that
had occupied the area. The illustrations showed great battles between two
different tribes. It also showed great hunts for animals. He was intrigued
by the drawings. He vaguely remembered similar drawings on Vegetasei. Once
he was satisfied with everything, he returned to CC.


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Bulma was the first back to CC. By now it was almost diner time. She walked
into the kitchen, there she found her mother making preparations for diner.


“Hi, mom.”

“Oh, hi, sweetie. How did it go today? Did you get everything taken care of?”

“Yep! I sure did. No problems at all. How about on your end? Were you able to get the caterer’s set up?”

“Yes. Everything is ready to go.”

“Great. Mom, have you seen Vegeta today? I noticed the GR was not on. It’s not like him not to be training.”

“No, dear. The last I saw of him was early this morning.”

‘Humph, that’s strange. I wonder what he’s up to,’ thought Bulma.

“Will it be awhile before diner is ready?”

“Probably an hour and a half.”

“I’m going to go up and take a shower and change. Holler at me when it’s done.”

“OK.”

Bulma took off up the stairs to her room. It had been a long day and she
was ready to do a little unwinding. She turned on her radio and selected
the preset button with her favorite ’80’s station. She undressed placing
her dirty clothes in the laundry chute and entered the bathroom. In the background
she could hear the DJ talking about the new contest they were running with
the grand prize being one of Capsule Corps. new sports sedans. She opened
the shower door and turned the water setting to how she liked it. Grabbing
some of her favorite body washes and shampoos she climbed in for some relaxing
*me* time.

In the meantime, Vegeta had returned. As he walked through the kitchen
to the stairs, Mrs. Briefs hollered at him that diner would be ready in a
little over an hour. As usual our Saiyan Prince just hmmphd in response.
At the moment he was only interested in a hot shower.

Bulma was well underway in her *me* time. She let the water roll off of
her shoulders and down her back, releasing any pent up tension. She squeezed
a little shower gel into her palm and lathered it up.

Singing along with the radio:

You are an obsession
I cannot sleep

I am a possession unopened at you feet.
There’s no balance
No equality

Be still
I will not accept defeat
I will have you
Yes
I will have you

I will find a way and I will have you.
Like a butterfly
A wild butterfly

I will collect you and capture you.




As Vegeta passed by her bedroom door he could her the woman singing. He
could also hear the shower running. ‘I think I’ll surprise her.’ He opened
the bedroom door and quietly entered. Peeking into the bathroom he could
see her nude form through the glass doors of the shower. Quickly he undressed.
Not making a sound, he snuck into the bath and slid the shower door open.


Bulma had her back to the door, and was so engrossed in singing her song
that she did not notice his entrance until she felt something sliding between
her legs.

“What the……” she turned to find him with a smirk planted firmly upon his lips. “What are you doing, Vegeta?”


“What does it look like I’m doing?”

He advanced on her, pressing her against the shower wall. His hands took
her hands and raised them above her head. Slowly he slid his hands down her
arms, across her shoulders, along side her breasts to her waist. He pulled
her toward him.

Bulma was enjoying his attention too much to have him stop. Her *me* time
could continue later. She lowered her hands to the back of his head letting
her fingers entwine in his hair.

Leaning over, he placed soft, gentle kisses upon her ear, dipping his tongue in and nipping the bottom of the lobe.

Soft moans of pleasure escaped from her lips as she tried almost helplessly to hold off returning the affections.

He moved down to her neck, finding just the right spot, and began sucking.
He knew it was a erogenous zone for her. Sure enough, she pressed her hips
firmly against his.

She lowered her hands to his strong shoulders. Kneading them, relaxing
them. Moving down his side and around to his back she hugged him, pulling
him even tighter against her own body. She relaxed her grip and lowered her
hands once again. This time her right hand found the base of his tail. She
did not want to *over stimulate* him so she gently ran her hand around it,
holding it. A whisper of a groan could be heard coming from his mouth.

Letting go of her neck, he found his way to herth. th. Not waiting for
permission, he roughly placed his lips on hers. In a matter of moments his
tongue found it’s way into her warmth and lashed out against its opponent.


Bulma took her free hand and placed it between their bodies. It was her
turn to take the initiative. She grabbed his throbbing erection and guided
it between her folds to enter her. He did not resist. Once he felt her entrance,
he grabbed her by the waist, raising her up off the floor. She immediately
wrapped her legs around his waist. He plunged deeply into her, sending shivers
along her spine. She still was not ready to relinquish total control to him.
She maneuvered her tail upwards towards him, waiting for just the right moment,
she wrapped her tail tightly around the base of his member. This caused Vegeta
to release a feral growl. Opening his eyes to gaze deeply into hers, he thought
this woman constantly amazed him. Moving in and out with great determination,
he was not going to let the blue haired beauty best him. If she wanted to
play, then that is what she will get. Sneaking his own tail around his waist,
he delved it in between their bodies till the tip rested on her clitoris.
Flicking it mercifully, she began to scream. She tightened her tail until
he could not wait any longer. Plunging into her with enormous strength, she
began to shake violently. Gasping for breaths in between her moans of pleasure
and screams of painful ecstasyr war walls collapsed around him, squeezing
him as tightly as her tail squeezed its base. A few more strokes and that
would be it. Pulling from her just as he came, she ran her tail up and down
his shaft, stroking him until he spilled his seed across her stomach. Together
they collapsed on the shower floor. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled
her close to him. There they sat for a few minutes, allowing each to gain
their composure. That had been the most intense orgasm for both of them so
far. Vegeta looked at Bulma and shook his head.

“What? Why are you shaking your head?”

“Because if it is this good now, I can’t imagine what it will be like once we are officially mated.”

*KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!*

“Oh, shit! That’s probably my mom.”

“Calm down woman. It’s not like she probably didn’t hear you screaming
your lungs out just a few moments earlier,” Vegeta said with a huge smile
plastered across his face.

“Shut up Vegeta! That’s not even funny.”

“Oh! Oh! Don’t stop! Harder!, shall I keep going?” Bulma punched him in the arm.

“Hey I actually felt that. You must be getting a little stronger.” He
continued aggravating her making a pouting face. (a/n: my story, he can make
a pouty face)

Bulmas mother had just knocked on her bedroom door. “Bulma dear, diner is ready.”

“OK, mom. I’ll be down in a sec.”

“And Bulma honey, please tell that darling Vegeta that I made one of his favorites.”

A very embarrassed Bulma responded, “Yes, mother.”


A/N: Yippee! Chapter 13 is done. Thanks to everyone who
has reviewed.