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Chapter List
- 18
- 19
- 20
DragonBall V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign

Chapter 19: Look At All the Goodies!

Vegeta sighed as Bulma moved against him, growling low in
his throat as she nibbled at his neck. He felt her legs wrap around him tightly
and her moans urged him on as he thrusted into her
like a mad man. He was on the verge of release when he felt a shift in the air
around him and his eyes snapped open, seeing cold metal bulkhead above him
instead of the cream colored paint of Bulma’s
bedchamber. “What?” Vegeta murmured, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, Vegeta.” A soft female
voice came from near his ear. He could have sworn he felt a pressure lift from
his groin as she shifted.

Vegeta’s eyes snapped open wide as he tried to figure out
where he was and who was with him. He sat up and looked around before realizing
he was still on the Capsule Corp. ship. He scratched his head and looked down
at the girl next to him, taking in her slender body and soft curves… and her
tail that was wrapped around his leg. Memory finally flooded into his mind of
the night before and he sighed in relief. He looked her over, grinning at her
short spikey hair and her long slender neck. He
looked down and frowned for a moment when he saw her bare bottom facing him but
then a devilish grin crossed his face as he looked at the shapely piece of
flesh. He raised his hand up and was about to swat her on the bum but then
thought better of it. ‘Might as well let the girl sleep.’
Vegeta sighed and unwrapped her tail from his leg,
chuckling when it started curling around his arm instead. “Quit that.” He
chided it gently, setting it down next to her as he stood up.

“Where are you going?” Peasa asked softly.

Vegeta stopped before he left the room and glanced back at
her. “I’m hungry, I’m going to have breakfast.” He
left without another word and wasn’t surprised when she came out a few moments
later and followed him. “Are we really in space?” She asked.

“Yes.” Vegeta grunted. ‘And so the questions begin.’

“How fast are we traveling?” She continued.

Vegeta frowned. “Very fast.”

“Yeah, but how fast?” Peasa asked.

Vegeta sighed, frowning over at her. “All right, I’ll answer
your damned questions if you cook.”

Peasa grinned and hurried over to the stove, taking a few
moments to familiarize herself with the foods and the
stove controls. “So, how fast are we relative to a Saiyan space pod?”

Vegeta sat down after pouring himself a glass of juice and
frowned in thought. “I’d say about 15 times faster, more or less.”

The Saiyan girl looked over at her shoulder, obviously
surprised. “That much? Wow. So it won’t take long at
all to get to Earth.”

“Right.” Vegeta agreed. His eyes narrowed
when she leaned up to grab a pot and her bare bottom showed again. “Aren’t you
going to put something on other than that shirt?”

Peasa gave him a flirtatious grin and shook her head. “Nah. I always dress like this in the morning. Hmm… it’s a
lot cooler on this ship than on our planet, though. I’ll have to adjust to it.
So… you said you killed Frieza? How did you do it?”

“Kakkarot and I killed him, yes. We beat the crap out of him
and then blasted him into dust.” Vegeta replied.

“Yes… but how? If you were strong enough to destroy him, why
did you wait so long?” Peasa pressed.

‘Damn she’s inquisitive.’ “I wasn’t strong enough to defeat
him until I did defeat him. Saiyans get more powerful with every battle they
fight. We also get a long stronger after recovering from a fatal wound. I guess
you’ve never experienced that.” Vegeta’s nostrils flared as the smells of the
food wafted over to him. He chuckled as he knew Goku would be coming out within
a few minutes, following the scent of the food.

Peasa shook her head. “No. The only combat I’ve seen is
defending our home from the occasional giant bug. I spar occasionally with the
guys, but there was never really much point to it.

“You have a lot to learn about Saiyans, little one.” Vegeta
smirked.

Peasa turned to fix him with an angry glare. The anger
quickly vanished and the questions resumed. “Like mating?”

Vegeta scowled. ‘She really hasn’t been taught much about
our kind. What the hell has that Lehtus been teaching
them?’ He wondered. “For one, yes. Tell me, what are your main interests?”

Peasa held up a bag of rice for a moment. “What’s this?”

“Rice. There’s some steamed rice in
that pot to your left. After we take some out to serve we need to refill it.”
Vegeta explained.

“Ok. Well, I’m interested in how things work. Technology,
different animals, plants, how planets and stars are made, all sorts of
things.” Peasa set the food she had cooked in serving bowls and brought them
over to the table. “We’re not eating on the floor? What is this thing?”

“It’s a table. And no, we’re not eating on the floor. This
isn’t a desert with limited wood. You’ll get use to it. So, basically, you’re
interested in science and technology. You’ll hit it off with my mate then, she
loves that stuff. She helped design and build this space ship. Well, the
prototype anyway. She figured out ways to upgrade and improve most of the
systems herself. Get yourself something to drink. There’s a pitcher of water in
the refrigerator over there as well as some juice.” Vegeta spooned out some food
for himself and glanced at the clock. Goku was due for
an appearance any time now, and surely the other two would pop up as well.

Peasa sat back down and grabbed some food, tearing into it
and sighing. “So, what kind of climate does Earth have? I’m assuming it’s not a
desert planet.”

“Actually it has basically every kind of climate you could
name. Even snow… I think you’d like the snow, little one.” Vegeta grinned.

“Snow!? Real snow! Wow, I would…”
Peasa trailed off as Goku walked in, scratching his stomach and sniffing the
air. Her excitement turned to shyness in an instant. Vegeta frowned, thinking
it was an odd reaction to a man who normally made everyone feel good in his
presence.

“I thought I smelled breakfast! Wow, I know you couldn’t
have done all this Vegeta. You barely manage to put some peanut butter on
toast, though I can’t claim to be much better.” Goku laughed with a big grin on
his face then leaned over to smile at Peasa. “Thanks! I’m starving!”

Peasa blushed and nodded, looking a bit confused. As he was
getting some juice out of the refrigerator, she leaned over to whisper in
Vegeta’s ear. “Are you sure he’s a Saiyan?”

Vegeta snickered softly. “Yes. Surprising, isn’t it? Give
him time, he warms up on you.”

Goku sat down and scratched his head. “What? It looks warm
enough to me.” He started wolfing down food without waiting for a reply,
managing to smile while he ate.

Cabitz strolled in, yawning and
grimacing every time his bare feet made contact with the cold metal floor.
“What time is it?” He asked in a yawn.

“Does it matter?!” Vegeta asked, scowling at him. “We’re on
a space ship. It’s not like we have to worry about when the sun will be up.”

“Speaking of sun, there’s one right outside the window!”
Goku said, indicating the window facing him with his chopsticks before popping
a small sausage into his mouth.

They all looked and a moment later the ship came to a
crashing halt, sending them all spilling onto the floor. Peasa looked up and
scowled. “I’m guessing that wasn’t supposed to happen?”

Vegeta and Goku were up instantly and running into the
control room where Lehtus had just appeared wondering
what was going on. Vegeta tapped a console and frowned. “Another ship… and it’s
huge. It looks like… no… it couldn’t be.”

“What is it, Prince Vegeta?” Lehtus
asked, raising his hand to quiet Peasa and Cabitz who
had begun asking a question.

They grimaced as the other ship opened up a hanger and their
ship was swallowed whole. A moment later, the power went out. Outside the ship
they heard a loud voice booming, “You are now prisoners of King Cold! You are
charged with the murder of his lordship Prince Frieza!”

“Prince Frieza? King Cold?! Will this never fucking end!?”
Vegeta snarled. Before anyone could respond energy flooded the ship and their
screams were heard for several moments before they all dropped to the ground
unconscious. That was where the henchmen found them, with the evil King Cold
watching them.

“I told you that was a Saiyan
signal we picked up.” The icy overlord said with an evil laugh.

**************************

Gohan sighed and stretched after he closed his math textbook
and set it to the side. “All done. Whew!” He flipped
his monitor on and logged in to his email account, smiling when he saw a new
email from Videl. He clicked on it and read after it popped up.

“Gohan, how have you been? You haven’t written since the
tournament ended. You must feel guilty for beating up on a poor defenseless
girl like me. Haha. Say, do you think you’ll be visiting Orange
Star City
sometime soon? There’s a lot to do here and it might be nice for you to get out
of the countryside for a little while. By the way, my dad is still mad at you
for ‘hurting his darling little girl!’ He must think I’m a fragile little china
doll or something. Hey, tell me a little about yourself? I’ll do the same so
you don’t feel so strange about it.” What followed was a fairly short but
incredibly detailed description of the 8 years of Videl’s life, including what
her favorite colors were and the time a butterfly landed on her nose. Gohan
laughed softly and replied, scratching his head to figure out what to put. He
couldn’t very well put that an alien kidnapped him and held him hostage to lure
his father to his death. He couldn’t put that he spent a year training with
Piccolo because his father was dead and receiving training on another planet.
He couldn’t put that he was half Saiyan, or that he had saved the Earth from
two alien invaders while every other fighter he knew was either dead or saving
the galaxy from a soulless monster. So, he fudged a bit.

He replied back that his mother made him study a lot, which
was true, and that he enjoyed being outdoors, also true. He then said that
Piccolo could see the martial arts talent in him and started training him,
which was also true. He didn’t really lie, but he left some things out. When he
was done he sent it, then decided to go outside and
see what kind of mischief he could get in to. He wondered what Videl was up to
and what it would be like if they lived closer together and could play
together. He frowned for a moment as he considered that. He could always fly to
her house, after all. Assuming he found out where it was. But how would he
explain dropping by and then heading home again when it was a huge distance?
After all, in a normal craft it would take around four hours to make the trip.
But it would only take him around half an hour to travel there, as it was
approximately the same distance to Orange
Star City
as it was to Roshi’s island. [AN: Heh…
really. Roshi’s island is south by south east of
Goku’s house and Satan City/Orange Star City is practically due north, slightly
to the east but about the same distance.]

He ran downstairs and saw his mother relaxing on the sofa.
He hopped up next to her and smiled. “Hi, mommy! Whatcha doing?”

Chi-Chi smiled down at Gohan. “I’m taking a break,
sweetheart. Mommy can’t cook and clean all day, or she’d go insane! Is there
something you need?”

Gohan fidgeted nervously, unsure of how to approach this
problem. “Well… uh…”

Chi-Chi frowned. “What did you break?”

“N-nothing! I didn’t do anything
wrong. At least… I don’t think I did. I was just
wondering… occasionally I would really like it if I could visit my new friend
Videl. She’s the only kid my age I know. But, it might be suspicious if I show
up all alone and ask to play. So, I was wondering if there was anything you
could think of to get around something like that?” Gohan blurted out quickly.

Chi-Chi frowned in thought. “Well, Orange
Star City
is the closest big city to us. It’s not normally where I do my shopping but I
could always either drop you off at her house or take her with us if I shop
there. But, I’d hate to fly for four hours just so you can play with your
friend for a little while. Perhaps something can be in it for me too… I know, Bulma
could meet me sometimes in Orange Star City… it’s a lot easier for her to get
here than for us to go to West Capital… we’ll see what we can arrange, son. Are
you done with your studies for today?”

Gohan refrained from grinning. He knew that question would
come up. “Yes ma’am. Do you mind if I go visit Piccolo for a while? He’s
probably pretty lonely. I’ll be sure to be back by dinner time though!”

Chi-Chi smiled. “Go ahead, son. Say hi to him for me.”
Chi-Chi bit her tongue to keep from saying ‘Like there would be anything to
keep a Saiyan from his dinner?’

Gohan grinned and hugged his mother and then ran out the
door and took to the air, laughing and doing aerial acrobatics along the way.
Chi-Chi sighed and walked outside for a few moments to look up towards the sky
and wonder where Goku was and how soon he would be home.

****************************

Krillin frowned at his cards. He had a pair of fours, a
king, a jack, and a seven. He looked around the table and grimaced. They were
playing strip poker, but things were not going well for the monk. He was down
to his pants and his boxers, after all. He looked around the table, assessing
the situation. Bulma, Dr. Briefs, and Mrs. Briefs were all playing as well. Dr.
Briefs was down to… well… his briefs. Mrs. Briefs had only taken off her shoes,
and Bulma was down to her panties and blouse. Krillin chewed his lip
thoughtfully and looked at his own chips and realized that if he called and
lost, he would have to discard his pants to buy more chips. The game was not
going as he had hoped. When he suggested it, he had visions of Bulma and her
mother topless, or at least one of them. He had even hoped to see one of them
without any clothing at all. A monk has to have his hobbies, after all.

Bulma grinned at Krillin and leaned forward, distracting him
with her cleavage. “So Krillin, you in or out? Those
pants of yours are looking pretty uncomfortable.” She winked at him
suggestively, making him even more nervous.

‘She’s raised twice already… she’s either bluffing or she
has one hell of a hand and wants to see some skin. Please, please let her be
bluffing.’ Krillin tossed in the last of his chips and grinned with confidence
he didn’t feel. “I call. What do you have, Bulma?”

Bulma laid down her cards, showing she had a full house.
Krillin slapped his forehead and groaned. “Read em
and weep, guys! Let’s see those legs!”

Krillin looked over at Dr. Briefs and scowled. “Don’t look
at me! I folded to save myself the embarrassment of running around naked!” The
genius said with a goofy smile.

“Oh, but you would be so cute, dearie!”
Mrs. Briefs assured him.

Krillin sighed and pulled his pants off and tossed them
behind himself and took some more chips from the bank. “I hope you’re happy,
Bulma.” He muttered.

Bulma shook her head. “Nope. Stand
up and twirl!”

“What!?” Krillin stared at her in
shock and blushed a beet red.

Bulma giggled. “Aw, come on. You know you’d want me to do
the same if I was down to my undies. So twirl! I
might be inclined not to play anymore after this…”

‘Hmm… I might do better next time. I’ll see that nubile
delicious body of hers one of these days… it had just better be before Vegeta
gets back or he’ll snap my neck!’ Krillin thought. He stood up and turned,
hanging his head in embarrassment. “Happy?”

“Oh, he has such a cute little butt! We have to beat him
again so he takes those boxers off.” Mrs. Briefs said with a giggle.

Bulma leered at Krillin for a moment then motioned to the
chair. “Yep, time to take care of business.”

Dr. Briefs dealt the cards, wondering what he was getting in
to. He saw his wife without clothes fairly often, but the only other female
here was his own daughter. ‘It’s too bad we didn’t invite that cute little
Chi-Chi over here. My, what a set of…’ He trailed off as Mrs. Briefs fixed her
gaze on him as if reading his mind. “Right then… place
your bets.”

“5 chips.” Bulma stated, tossing in
a chip.

Dr. Briefs frowned and looked at his cards then tossed in
chips as well. “I call.”

Mrs. Briefs scratched her head. “Would anyone like some lemonade?”

“Mom… your bet?” Bulma pressed.
Mrs. Briefs was a bit scatter-brained, after all, and sometimes needed
reminding of what she was doing.

“Oh… how much was the bet again?” She asked with a big
smile.

Bulma sighed. “5 chips.”

“Oh… ok, 5 chips.” She tossed the chips in and smiled.

Krillin frowned at his cards then peeked over them at Bulma,
hiding his lecherous grin behind them as he stared at her breasts again. ‘Kami-sama… I don’t ask for much, but I sure want to see
what she keeps hidden behind that shirt! Give me some good luck!’ He tossed in
the 5 chips and set two cards down as a discard. Soon everyone had their new
cards and Krillin sweated a bit that Bulma only took one card as a replacement.
But then he looked at his cards and it took all the strength of will he had not
to smile. ‘Two aces and a pair of fives! This is my
lucky day!’ He looked up at Bulma and noticed her frown of concentration.

“5 chips again.” Bulma said, tossing in her chips.

“I fold. I have nothing.” Dr. Briefs stated, knowing that if
he called he’d likely be losing his underwear.

“Oh… 15 chips!” Mrs. Briefs said,
tossing them in with a smile.

Krillin looked at her for a moment and wondered what her
cards could be. ‘Well, I have to chance it.’ “I’ll see your 15 and raise you 10
more.” Krillin stated.

Bulma frowned over at him. “Ok, Mr. Bluffy-pants,
I’m gunna call cuz I wanna see those boxers on the floor!” She gave him an evil
grin and tossed 20 chips into the pile, the last of her stash. They both looked
at Mrs. Briefs, who stared back at them blankly. “Mom?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” Mrs. Briefs
asked.

“You were raised 10 chips. You still in?”
Bulma asked gently.

Mrs. Briefs giggled. “Well, I suppose so!” She tossed the
chips in.

“Two pairs!” Krillin announced,
setting his cards down with a huge grin on his face.

“What?!” Bulma exclaimed, looking
at his cards in shock. ‘Damn… I picked a bad day not to wear a bra… and he
knows it too.’

Mrs. Briefs set her cards down, but she had nothing,
obviously still confused about what made a good hand. Krillin smiled as he took
the chips and then leaned forward to wag his eyebrows at Bulma. “Well, the shoe
is on the other foot now! Let’s see some skin.”

Bulma blushed and glanced at her parents. “Oh, it’s nothing
we haven’t seen.” Dr. Briefs chuckled. “I’m going to the bathroom,
I’ll be back in a few minutes to continue the game.” He didn’t want to
embarrass his daughter by being there when she discarded her top, of course. He
was a considerate man, even if he didn’t know what was going on half the time
as his mind was always in the clouds on some theory or other.

Bulma gripped the bottom of her shirt and scowled over at
Krillin. She paused for a moment and stared off in to space. “Vegeta?”
She said suddenly.

Krillin jumped out of his chair and threw his arms up
innocently. “I didn’t do anything, Vegeta! I swear! It was her idea to play,
she forced me into… it? I don’t see Vegeta.”

Bulma frowned. “He’s not here. I just got the weirdest
feeling that something bad happened to him. I hope he and Goku are ok.”

Krillin frowned. ‘Damn… do I comfort her or get her to take
that top off? Man, I hate being such a nice guy.’ “I’m sure they’re ok, Bulma.
Remember, they’re Super Saiyans now. They’re tougher than we can even imagine!”

Bulma nodded. “I know, but I’m still worried. Maybe we
should try to contact them?”

Krillin nodded. “If it’ll make you feel better, sure.”
‘DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! Kami-sama, I’m going
to give you the evil eye next time I see you!’

Krillin followed Bulma to room where she had first
discovered the Saiyan signal. Bulma sat at a console and tapped in the sequence
to send a sub-space message to the Capsule Corp. ship and waited to see if
there would be a response. “Perhaps they’re asleep or training. They’ll answer
when they get the message.” Bulma stated. She sighed and looked at Krillin. “I
don’t suppose you can sense them from here?”

Krillin shook his head. “Not unless they’re powered up, and
even then I’d have to really try. If Goku were here he could telepathically
communicate with King Kai and he could tell us what was going on. But, it’s
probably better for him to be out there to help Vegeta than here just to give
us an update. We’ll just have to keep our faith in them, as always. Don’t sweat
it, Bulma. They’ll be ok. I just know they will.”

Bulma nodded. She looked at him and grinned as she noticed
that he was still in his underwear. “Well, at least you’re here to keep me
entertained.”

Krillin blushed and scratched his head. “Yeah well… I try.”

Bulma glanced over at the console again then sighed. “Well,
a deal is a deal. As long as we’re waiting, you might as well get your reward
for the poker win.” She smiled and took off her blouse and dropped it on the
floor.

Krillin’s eyes became as huge as saucers
and his tongue hung out. “Holy Kami, Bulma! Man… Vegeta is one lucky guy!” He
wondered if he would ever get a girl of his own, especially one as lovely as
Bulma and his thoughts turned sad for a moment. He sat down and looked at Bulma
for a few moments. Even though she was now clothed only in a pair of silk
panties, he was surprised to find he was able to look at her as a friend and
not a naughty fantasy girl. “Bulma, do you think I’ll ever meet a girl as nice
as you?”

Bulma smiled. “Of course! You’re a
sweetheart, Krillin. Don’t sweat it, you’ll find the girl of your dreams before
you know it. I really believe that.”

Krillin smiled. “Thanks, I feel a lot better hearing that.
By the way… did I mention what a lucky man Vegeta was? I mean… wow!” He grinned
playfully.

Bulma chuckled. “Thanks. I wouldn’t go mentioning to Vegeta
that you were ogling his mate’s goodies and telling him how lucky he was
though. He’s not as easy going as yours truly.”

Krillin grinned. “True. But he’s a hell of a guy, whether he
lets on to it or not.” They both looked at the communications console again and
frowned. Krillin could see the worry coming onto his friends face so he did his
best to distract her from her more paranoid thoughts. “So, what do you want to
do tomorrow?” He grinned suggestively.

Bulma smirked when she saw that. “Oh, I’m sure we can think
of something. Don’t be getting any ideas though. I wouldn’t mind getting out
into the city and shopping. Or maybe we could go visit Chi-Chi and Gohan?
They’re probably missing Goku pretty badly by now. So… hopefully we’ll hear
from them before then.”

“Yeah.” Krillin nodded. “So… I
heard Vegeta was trying to teach you how to fly?”

Bulma chuckled. “Trying. I’m still
not getting it. I don’t think I’ll be able to learn. It’s not like I’m a
fighter like you guys.”

Krillin waved his hand dismissively. “Bah. Anyone that
learns simple ki manipulation can fly. You just need
to work on it a bit. We’ll work on that later, ok? Till then, I think I’ll just
enjoy the view.”

Bulma chuckled, flattered by the attention. ‘This isn’t as
weird as I thought it would be. Krillin really is a sweetheart. I hope he meets
someone soon.’

*************************

Dr. Gero frowned as he looked down
at Android 18. “Still not there yet. Your brother was
a lot easier to rebuild, my dear. But then, I’m making some improvements, of
course. Yes… and even if you don’t succeed in destroying that damned brat, my
greatest creation will be done eventually and finish the job.” Dr. Gero laughed and glanced over at a red haired android that
lay dormant. “Unlike that piece of crap who refuses to
obey orders. No… with this shut down controller, you and your brother will have
no choice but to follow orders, or be deactivated. And, if worse comes to
worse, that’s what these nice little bombs are for.” He smiled down at #18’s
unblinking eyes, admiring her flawless beauty once again. “Ah, if only I
weren’t a feeble old man, I would be taking advantage of this situation.” He
chuckled and walked into his bedchamber to get some rest. He hoped to have the
final modifications to the blonde android’s systems done by then. Then it would
be a test of her loyalty. If worse comes to worse, he had ideas for androids
that were even more controllable. And he might even make himself into one to
gain immortality.

*************************

Trunks frowned and scratched his head. “Frieza and King Cold
are supposed to be right here. Mom
couldn’t have been wrong in her calculations. What is going on?” Trunks looked
at his watch for the fortieth time then gave up. “I’ll just have to find one of
the Z warriors and find out what’s going on. I hope I don’t have to reveal who
I am. I want to be sure I’m born, after all.” The lavender haired demi-Saiyan took to the air, looking for strong kis. “Of course, they’re all scattered around. The only one
that feels familiar is Gohan’s. Wait… there’s mom, and someone else. Could it
be dad? I’ll have to find out. Well, here’s to improvising!”

*************************

[Insert dramatic music] hehe Lots
going on. Yes, yes. Lovely. Poor
Trunks. It’s not his fault that he popped into another dimension! What
will happen now? Teehee. Hope this chapter was entertaining. The next one will be…
well… action packed and suspenseful. And maybe even… nah, that’s all I’ll say. Teehee.
Next chapter: Fight for the survival of the Saiyan race! And
Trunks, poking around. Review and make me a happy girl. [Grin]
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