Let\'s Have A Little Fun

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ just this story.
A/N: Thanks to those that have read and reviewed.

Chapter 2: Electricity In The Air

All Bulma could think was ‘bath and clean clothes’. The entire time she
had been gone she had been stuck wearing the most drab clothing. When she
left for Namek, fashion was not a big priority. Now she would be home and
things would be back to normal. What she failed to realize was that her life
as she knew it would never be ‘normal’ again.

He stood with great anticipation. He had never been ‘free’ to do as he
pleased. Well, in his mind he could be and do anything, but Frieza would
have no such doing. Frieza commanded his every breath, every move, almost
every thought. He looked over at the blue haired woman who had made his blood
boil with a fire he had not felt before. He marked it off as a new enemy
that only needed to be eliminated. However, he was still determined to have
his fun with her first. ‘Too bad’ he thought. She looks so plain. Her clothing,
her face and hair , there was nothing attractive about her except for her
eyes. They were the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. They were as blue
as the oceans of Vegetasei and as crystal clear as it’s skies. ‘Damn’ he
thought. ‘She’s looking straight at me, this is my chance.’ He looked her
up and down starting from her face-- traveling down to her chest, across
her stomach and then briefly pausing at her most private possession. Slowly
a smirk graced his mouth as his tongue licked from one corner of his lips
to the other. At that moment eye contact was made. The look on her face was
priceless.

‘Oh, Kami, what does he think he’s doing. He’s, he’s , he’s ………Oh, Kami
it’s getting hot in here.’ Bulma had been looking at the Prince when she
noticed him eyeing her. What he did next she couldn’t believe. He’s looking
at my…and he’s licking his lips. ‘Umm, he looks sooo sexy….Wake Up Bulma.
What are you doing. He is a evil, ego driven, big headed , yeah, I bet he
is big hea….Oh, Kami, there I go again. OK think -Master Roshi in Speedo’s,
yuck!!! That’s better. Just don’t look at him. Oh no, he’s walking over here.’
Bulma’s heart, by this time, was pounding in hhesthest. Her breathing was
erratic. And oh, how she was wet.

He walked to her. Never taking his eyes off of her. His uniquely keen
senses picked up on the woman’s scent. The silent torture he had been inflicting
on her was working. She was speechless, this he liked. Much to his displeasure,
the pilot announced they were approaching the landing area at Capsule Corp.


Bulma jumped to her feet. ‘Yes, saved just in time. She turned and walked
to one of the windows. As she gazed out, there it was, home.

The Prince had turned away briefly upon hearing the announcement. When
he turned back around she was gone. ‘Damn, I guess this will have to be continued
at a later time….’

The ship landed with ease and Bulma proceeded down the landing ramp. Her
parents were waiting for her by the house. She paused momentarily to look
at them. She never realized how much she had missed them. ‘Mental note to
self: Spend more time with mom and dad.’ Bulma then continued on until she
reached them.

Ri, Si, Sweetie, I’m so glad your home”, said Bulmas mother.

“Yes dear, we were really getting worried about you”, said Mr. Briefs.

Just as Bulma was about to give fair warning to her parents regarding
a certain ill-tempered Saiyan her mother started ignoring her.

“And who is this attractive young man?” said her mother.

Bulma turned to see Vegeta standing behind her.

“Woman, where is my quarters, I wish to clean up and eat.”

Bulma rolled her eyes and looked to her father. “ Dad, mom this is Vegeta.
He is the other visitor I spoke to you about. He will be staying with us.”


Mrs. Briefs had been eyeing him when she noticed a tail neatly wrapped
around his waist. ‘Oh, my, I bet he knows how to use that in more ways than
one.’ A huge smile crept across her face.

Bulma looked slightly embarrassed as she noticed her mother almost drooling.
‘It must be the tail. Ever since she met Goku when he was a kid, she started
fanticizing about men with tails. Go figure. I sure as heck don’t get it.’
Don’t get the wrong idea, her parents were deeply in love. They each allowed
the other to indulge in things they liked to do . Her father’s idea of fun
was to spend it in the lab immersed in his many ideas and inventions. On
the other hand, her mother was a hopeless romantic. Romantic novels of a
fair maiden being rescued by her knight in shinning armor, or as luck would
have it she would have her perverted moments with the tall, dark stranger
with the ‘tail’. ‘Oh, brother’ Bulma thought.

“Mom, helloo, Earth to mom. Would you please show Vegeta to his room.
I need to help dad take care of getting our other guests set up in their
new capsule homes. He probably will need some new clothes and stuff too.”
Pulling her mother to the side, she said, “Mom, watch yourself around this
guy. He’s not nice. I don’t want to find you blasted in the kitchen one day.”

“Don’t you worry, Sweetie, I’ll take care of everything.” With this, Mrs.
Briefs hooked her arm around Vegeta’s and said, “Come with me. I’ve got everything
under control.”

Bulma just knew this would be the end to her mother. Was she crazy or
what. But, er ser surprise, Vegeta did nothing. He simply followed quietly.
‘Humph, that was definitely out of character,’ she thought. After watching
them disappear into the house, she turned to her father and they proceeded
over to where the ks sks stood.

“Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my father, Dr. Briefs. If
there is anything that you need to make your transition easier, just ask
me or my dad. We will be more than happy to take care of it221;221; Bulma was beginning
to feel the effects of not having any good sleep while she had been gone.
She turned to her father, “Dad, would you mind finishing up here. I think
I’ll head up for a shower and maybe a nap.” Dr. Briefs nodded affirmatively.
Waving bye to the remaining Z warriors, she turned and headed to the house.


She entered to find her mother busy in the kitchen. “Mom, what are you doing?”

“Oh, dear, that nice young man told me he was hungry. So I thought I would make all of us some lunch.”

“Mom, there’s something you need to know. Vegeta is Saiyan like Goku.
You remember how much Goku likes to eat, well I’d say he’s not much different.
I hope you have the fridge stocked up.”

‘Did she say nice, young man?’ Bulma thought she must have heard her wrong.

“Mom, I’m going to head up for a shower and maybe a quick nap. Tell Vegeta I’ll give him the grand tour later.”

“No, problem. Go get some rest. See you in a little while.” stated Mrs. Briefs.

Bulma entered her room. Now she finally feome.ome. She entered the bathroom
and set the shower for a hot, massaging effect. She discarded her clothing
into the trash shoot. As far as she was concerned, she never wanted to see
those clothes again. She entered the shower. ‘Wow, this is so relaxing.’
she thought. She was so relaxed that she found her mind drifting to one
of a certain Saiyan Prince. The warm water beating against her breasts,
she imagined him running hinguengue lightly around the nipple, gently flicking
it. Then he started nipping at the other one while his hand took over on
the previous one. Rubbing the hardened nub between his thumb and forefinger
she began to breath heavily. She ran her fingers through his hair. It was
wet and laid down compared to it’s usually gravity prone style. It was unbelievablyng. ng. It wrapped it’s silky lengths along his neck, across his shoulder blades
and wistfully down his forehead. She really liked guys with long hair, his
just went in the opposite direction normally. Bulma took the hand that had
been working its magic on her nipple and gently began to slide it down to
her nether regions. She wanted this badly. Her body ached for the release.
Just as she positioned his fingers, he took control and delved two of them
deep inside. A small groan escaped her lips. She placed her hand atop of
his and entered two of her own fingers with his. While her other hand was
wrapped around his masculine neck. Now her body was moving in a rhythm with
their hands. Faster and faster until …….. “Woman, what the hell is taking
you so long. It is time for you to show me around this place. Vegeta, pounding
on her bedroom door, “answer me woman”!

‘Ooooh, that son-of-a-bitch, if he only new what he was interrupting.’
Slightly blushing at the last thought, she climbed out of the shower. Wrapping
a large bath towel around her, she opened the bedroom door to only a crack
and peeked out to see Mr. Prince of the Saiyans standing in the hall. At
least he had been standing in the hall until he saw the door begin to open
and he pushed with a little more strength than he needed to and he fell into
the room sending him and Bulma to the floor.

Bulma, was at a complete loss for words for about 2 seconds. Then the
words flowed easily. “What the hell are you doing barging into my room. Do
you not have any respect for one’s privacy? Why the hell are you looking
at me like that? Get off me you pervert.” finally having to take in a breath,
Bulma just looked at him.

Vegeta couldn’t move. Her skin, was like velvet. Her breath, warm against
his neck made tair air on his tail stand on end. Her hair, still wet, dripped
droplets of water pearls that ran along her neck. He was on the verge of
losing control. He never envisioned the plain and unattractive woman could
clean up so well. He couldn’t help but inhale what was a mixture of the woman’s
natural scent mixed with raspberries. He began to lean into her a little
more when…… ‘Oh, what is that horrible, screeching noise? It’s the woman.
She’s screaming at you, you idiot,’ thought Vegeta. ‘Get off me you pervert’
hearing this he snapped out of his trance.

Quickly standing, he said, “ I am no pervert. If you had answered your
door when I first called for you this would have never happened.” “Thank
Kami she didn’t answer it the first time’ he thought quietly to himself.
What an extraordinary hand of cards he had been dealt.
“Get dressed, I will be waiting down stairs and hurry up,”th tth this he turned and left.

Bulma just lay on the floor. He smelled so good. Maybe his being here
was more than a mere coincidence. Maybe it was fate. I guess the nap will
have to wait. Bulma dressed and headed down to her waiting guest.

A/N: Wow, hope everyone likes that. Needless to say, this is my first
time at putting the lime on paper, so to speak. Please review. I’ll try to
have next chapter up soon.