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Vegeta's Tail	By : MzD Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 5250 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or make any money from it.

Chapter 19

Dreams of Insanity
In deep space no-one could hear Bulma scream...
"Ahhhhh" She shrieked.
She had decided the best plan for her current situation was an ice cold shower. That always worked in the movies. It did help slightly, she was now more cold than horny. She grabbed a towel and tried not to touch herself. It didn't matter what she did she felt like she wanted sex. She wanted specifically Vegeta inside her and no matter what she did she couldn't help but think about it constantly.
'Am I going through some weird heat or something?' She thought. 'Humans don't get that kind of cycle. I'm on the pill why would it be happening to me?' Bulma stepped out of the shower her whole body shaking with the cold.
She tried patting herself down but her teeth chattered. She had locked herself into the bedroom. It didn't look like her evil husband had used it at all. The bed covers were still in a mess since they'd last had sex.
'Oh crap, the Saiyan sense of smell!' Bulma slapped her head. 'He probably smelled all the 'activities' we've been doing here and figured I was his fuck toy.'
'Mmmm Fuck toy!' An evil voice inside Bulma said. 'I could be his fuck toy. He can do whatever he wants with me.'
The perverted voice had been getting louder and possibly more suggestive the longer her separation from Vegeta lasted. Bulma growled and ripped the covers off the bed. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep with the distant smell. Her senses weren't as strong as a Saiyans but she could still smell the sweat from Vegeta in the bed. She needed fresh bedding if she was to get any type of sleep.
'I won't think of the murderer,' Bulma thought. 'Bad Bulma, thinking about raping him.'
'Strap him down... straddle him...'
The blankets were thrown into the washing machine as if it was their fault. Bulma rammed her foot in to make it all fit. 'I hope that asshole is having one hell of a nightmare!'
000
Vegeta was as it happened having a nightmare. He was still in a deep coma from the gas giving him an unnatural sleep. He was dreaming he had Bulma held down in his grasp and she was smiling at him.
"Listen to me you miserable fucking whore!" He snarled at her as he leaned over her, she seemed to continue smiling and giggling.
She laughed, "You smooth talker you."
He smacked her in the face, "Stop your laughing you disgusting wench. I am the Saiyan Prince and you shall obey me!"
Bulma's face remained still and unchanged. As if his blow had been more like a pat. "Always were the angry one," she smirked. "Now pucker up big boy and give your mate a kiss."
"NO!" Vegeta roared, "Whatever you're wanting you shall not get!"
"I just want a kiss." Bulma pouted.
"Whatever a kiss is you shall not get." Vegeta snarled. "I'm the dominant one, you shall obey me."
Bulma smile grew larger, "You think you're the dominant one?" She laughed loudly, tears coming to her eyes as she clutched her belly. "Oh Vegeta! That's a good one, you never cease to amuse me."
Vegeta powered up his ki, the aura glowing around him. "I will kill you for such impertinence!" He held out his hand a ball of his power aimed at her laughing head. Bulma looked at him the amusement still dancing in her eyes. She mirrored Vegeta's hand and grabbed the ki ball. It instantly snuffed out. Before Vegeta could push her away she had attached herself to him. Her lips locked on his.
As she broke away Bulma whistled, "Now that is a kiss"
Vegeta yelled into the air. His aura bursting forth with all his energy. He couldn't believe his personal space had been so easily invaded. Bulma stood up watching him her hands on her hips.
"You know if you keep that up you'll explode." Bulma said. "You have to remember me Vegeta."
"How can I remember something that for me has never happened?" He snarled. "As if I'd want to remember you, bitch. You don't even put out a good fuck."
"With charm like that it's no wonder I reacted the way I did." Bulma sighed. "Chill big man, it'll be cool."
"WHAT?" Vegeta had no idea what she had just said, "Speak English woman"
"If that is what you want." Bulma said playfully. "I think it may have gone better if you had acted in a more gentlemanly manner. Ask, don't take."
Vegeta remained silent and just glared at her.
"Look I'll leave you alone if that's truly what you want." She sighed.
Vegeta growled as the dream Bulma disappeared. He didn't like the idea that he wasn't the dominant bonded one. The fact that she had resisted his seduction and put him unconscious was proof that she had some means of overpowering him. Though it annoyed him to think about it. Strength wasn't everything, this woman seemed to have a brain and knew how to use it. He tried not to think about the kiss thing that she had been obsessed about. The contact with the succubus had only fuelled his passion to rut with her. He knew that this was all a horrible dream, nightmares were something he was used to.
The black void that he'd been dreaming in soon let in colours and shapes. Vegeta found himself in front of a glowing ball being controlled by a tiny old woman. An image was inside the ball. Voices were around him talking to him but he didn't recognise them or what they were saying. The only thing he recognised was the image in the ball. It was himself dressing in his best royal armour. Vegeta found himself struck at the fear that was playing out in the room. Everyone was petrified of his power level and what he could do.
Vegeta's chest puffed out slightly. He loved to imagine that he was the most feared being in the universe; more than Freiza.
Vegeta's attention on his image was broken by someone speaking to him. He looked down at a small pig. He felt an immediate distrust and familiarity about him. He also knew his name... Oolong. He wondered for a moment why he knew this strange creature but it passed as it all began to blur again.
The image faded as he tried to glance around the room. To see if he recognised anyone else. The faces became blurred and distant. Then he was back in his more usual darkness. This was more like a dream for him. A place where his demons would rise and torment him. The blue haired woman came out of the darkness. Her superior smile on her face as she walked towards him in long strides. The replicant tail raised high and her hips swaying as she leaned up against him.
"Having fun?" She asked.
"Get out of my mind!" He snapped. "You are nothing more than a succubus come to torment me."
"Can't I'm here to stay." Dream Bulma shrugged. "I'm always going to be here. In the background, annoying you being an insect biting the back of your mind."
"I will keep you out!" Vegeta said. "I have a good control of my mind."
"So you do." Bulma said patronisingly. "Such a shame you're fading again..."
Vegeta shouted out to her. Somehow his yell became a high pitched scream. He covered his mouth.
'Where the fuck did that come from?' He wondered, his body felt strange.
He glanced around the land that appeared was dry and dusty. The sky was a shocking bright green. Vegeta didn't automatically recognise the planet he was on. Then he saw the figure that he had screamed at.
'The Saiyan Prince screams at no-one!' he thought. Vegeta tried to advance to kill the intruder but he couldn't move. He had no control over his body which was now shaking as if he was about to die. Then the shadow like figure came into focus. The flame hair that stood up high was unmistakable. For a second Vegeta thought it was his father come to gloat at his failure. Then as the clarity came to him he saw who it was. It was himself, dressing a black suit and armour. The only thing that he thought was strange was the deep blue eyes.
His double glanced over to him smirking, "Just hand over the dragonball chrome dome"
Vegeta noticed who he was standing in front. The one that Kakarrot had called Krillin. The small human was standing in front of Vegeta as if protecting him from himself. If Vegeta wasn't very sure of his own individuality he would have been really confused.
'This dream better end soon so I can kill the woman! This has to be HER fault!' He thought angrily.
000
Bulma lay, curled up in the clean covers. Her whole body was burning up. Not with an illness but from her own sexual desire. A cooling head pack was stuck on her head. Bulma swore she could see steam rising off her head. The horrible voice in her head was still haunting her.
'Go on rape him!'
'Bulma Briefs is not desperate enough to rape!'
'RAPE HIM!'
'No!'
'He wants you! Show him what you're made of! LITERARY!'
'That's sick.'
'I am part of your mind,.' the voice purred. 'I am just as sick as you are.'
'I don't want you there...' Bulma thought but she didn't realise that she had slowly slumped into sleep. Her whole body had lacked any rest for over 24 hours. Any arguments she had with the horny voice in her head were lost.
Bulma found herself in some strange liquid. She looked around through the glass. For some reason she wasn't on her ship anymore. She was on Freiza's ship. She recognised it from the from she had raided it for information a while back. A strange alien was nearby. A breathing apparatus on her face was helping her breath.
'This is just bizarre.' Bulma thought. The alien and the setting disappeared in a swirl of colours. She found herself standing in a familiar territory..
'Namek?' The green sky and large cliffs that had been her home for week, she could hardly forget so easily.
Bulma was looking directly at herself and Krillin.
'Ooh it's me!' Bulma thought cheering up at the sight of her own double. 'What a babe! That has to be one of my favourite outfits.'
"Hand over the dragonball chrome dome" A voice from Bulma said. It was Vegeta's voice. Bulma couldn't understand it.
'What the hell?' She wondered. 'What happened to my wonderful voice.'
The voice from her mouth continued with the script, "if you give the ball to me now, I'll let you live."
"This is stupid!" Bulma heard her double say. "I would never let the humans live."
"Hey that's not what you're suppose to say!" Bulma shouted back at her doppelganger "You're suppose to be the beautiful and talented Bulma Briefs!" She glared at the horrid impostor who she now noticed had dark black eyes. As if she'd ever have black contacts!
Bulma then noticed that Zarbon flown in to join the party.
"So I've finally found you Vegeta." The green alien said. "Freiza's been looking for you."
"Ooh! Who's that?" The impostor Bulma cooed. "Isn't he just dreamy...what the fuck am I saying...that's Zarbon!" She bent over and started making retching noises.
Bulma found herself going into the Vegeta role again. "Silly girl." Bulma/Vegeta purred. "You two stay put. If you run away I'll kill both of you. I have to get rid of Freiza's bitch first."
"I've had enough of you Vegeta!." Zarbon said. "Time to tuck you in and say goodnight!"
"Yoo hoo get Vegeta!" Bulma lookalike shouted. "Why the hell am I cheering for that idiot"
Bulma chuckled at herself. "Looks like you can't remember your lines. Man, this is a messed up dream."
"You're not even me!" Bulma-double shouted.
"Of course I'm me" Bulma shouted back. "I'm very much the genius girl, I'm just having a bad dream that's all."
"This is my dream you retarded doppelganger" Bulma lookalike yelled. "You're the one impersonating the great Saiyan Prince."
"Ooh..." Bulma paused. She looked at her hands, they were large and gloved.
'Oh my, am I really in Vegeta's body?' She checked her chest. 'Ahh what happened to my bust? Where did all these muscles come from?'
"Quit groping my own body you pervert" Bulma-lookalike snarled.
"Yeah buddy and you better not grope mine." Bulma said her hands on her hips. 'This 'dream me' thinks she's Vegeta!'
"I think you've got more pressing matters than my body." The Bulma-alike said.
Bulma was about to give some witty retort when she got punched in the side. Zarbon had moved in to fight.
'Shit I don't know how to fight!' Bulma panicked.
Then the Vegeta memory possessed her again and she found herself battling Zarbon. She eluded every punch directed at her deflecting them and countering with her own strikes.
"What's the matter" Bulma/Vegeta rasped. "Didn't realise how powerful I'd become? It seems you've underestimated the Saiyans. We get more powerful every time we recover. If you want to defeat me then you'll have to transform."
Zarbon spat out his green blood. "I was getting fed up of your arrogance anyway." His pale green-blue skin bulged and grew scales.
A scream could be heard from the Bulma-like as she watched in horror. Then her attitude changed and she snapped. "Why the hell am I screaming like a pathetic weakling"
"That's gorgeous pathetic weakling." Bulma managed to add. Her attention was quickly taken away from her double as Zarbon had fully transformed into the fanged monster that she remembered. She intercepted Zarbon before he could get anywhere.
Her hand vanished into his guts.
"...no Vegeta wait!" Zarbon choked. "...We can team up and defeat Freiza!"
Bulma felt herself smirk and say. "If Freiza could be defeated by the likes of you..." A huge ki blast exploded from her hand. "...then he wouldn't be Freiza."
Zarbon's dead body collapsed as his internal organ burned up with the powerful explosion. Blood sprayed out across Bulma's face.
"What I killed Zarbon?" Bulma-like said.
"Yes you idiot." Bulma spat. "Look this is my weird dream stop making it weirder"
"No, I think you'll find this is my dream." Bulma-like said. "You're the weirdo messing it up. Whoever heard of a Saiyan with blue eyes?"
Namek suddenly faded was replaced with the background of Earth. As the pair of Bulma's tried to orientate themselves. Bulma in Vegeta's body spotted a tall figure in the distance.
"Trunks!" Bulma gasped as she recognised her son from the future. The dark blue jacket and lavender hair sparked her memory and she felt a pang of pride at seeing this moment again.
"Who?" Bulma-like said. "What is that kid doing facing off against Freiza. He's going to get killed!"
"Don't be silly he's a Saiyan!" Bulma snapped defending her son from an alternative universe.
"That's not a Saiyan!" Bulma-like said.
"He is too, he's my son!" Bulma spat. "Well Vegeta's as well, that gives him the Saiyan genes."
The Bulma-like looked shocked. "...son?"
"Shut up I want to watch this again." Bulma said.
"What am I doing wearing a pink shirt?" Bulma-like continued ranting pointing at the change in wardrobe. "I'm a warrior not a variety of flower!"
Bulma snorted. "I thought Vegeta looked kind of cute in it. Now be quiet this is a good bit."
The Bulma look-alike was ready to make a come back but she got distracted by the action. Trunks had began slicing into Freiza's army. Then Mech-Freiza stepped up his tail swishing.
Trunks burst into a flare of yellow and gold. Instantly turning Super Saiyan. Freiza was then sliced neatly in two.
"Yeah that's my boy!" Bulma cheered.
"What... the... fuck!?"
"He's a Super Saiyan." Bulma said proudly. She turned her back as Trunks talked to King Cold. She'd seen it a hundred times before. Her attention was drawn to her doppelganger that had her afro style perm. It just seemed strange she would dream of herself in this way. She was also having some sort of break down.
"I'm the great Prince Vegeta!" Bulma-like screamed. "How the fuck could I let that happen! The blood line has been tainted in such a way!"
"Hey, get over it." Bulma said. "You're not Vegeta."
"I am the Saiyan Prince!" Bulma-like snarled. Her head was tucked down as she looked directly at Bulma a scowl across her face and veins popping out her head.
"Don't give me that look." Bulma said. "You're making me look ugly."
"It isn't that hard." Bulma-like said crossing her arms.
"Take that back you mirror bitch!" Bulma yelled, grabbing the girl's arm.
Bulma-like pulled away her eyes full of anger. "You're the clone"
Before Bulma could make a comeback there was a flash of red light. A large siren blared out knocking Bulma out of her dream. The last then she saw as she broke into consciousness was her look-alike changing into Vegeta.
Reality hit her and she was back in her room. The blankets were wrapped round her body tightly. The alarm that had woken her up was screaming its high alert. Bulma stumbled out of bed to get to the bridge. The bizarre dream she had still fresh in her mind. She didn't have any time to think about it as she struggled to wake up and check the control panel.
'Whatever was triggering the alarm couldn't make anything worse... could it?' Bulma wondered as she staggered along the corridor.

Author's Notes: Did that confuse you all? I want this chapter to remain enigmatic for now. The full explanation will be next chapter. It was inspired by a bizarre dream recently and the scene changing happened a lot. Didn't include my fav scenes of DBZ though!
Chibi Vegeta "You didn't even quote them right"
Mz D "I tried to get it to the best of my memory. It's been a while since I watched those old saga episodes."
(Chibi Vegeta sits down in a huff and ignores Mz D.)
Join me next chapter when Bulma faces a new threat and we find out the truth of the strange dreams...
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