Mannequin a la dbz

When Bulma had finally reached her home she was thuroughly distraught. Her car had stalled at the intersection just before her house that she had to push it a block before it would start again. When she got home one of her cats had puked on the living room floor. "CHI CHI! BAD KITTY! NO NO NO!!" She took the calico and swat her furry butt before tossing her in the laundry room where the litter box and food were kept. As well as her other 2 cats, Puar and Goku.

Sighing she sank to her couch and raked her hands through her dyed aqua hair. Bulma's parents had been HUGE anime nuts in their earlier days. And when she'd been born both of them had made the decision to name her after one of their favorite characters. But neither of them could decide on 'Bulma' or 'Deedlit' so they had given her both names. So she was Bulma Deedlit Warren. Which at first, to her, it was SUCH a wierd name. But as the years progressed and she was raised with Anime addicted parents it grew on her, especially once her mother and father told her why they'd picked those 2 names. Both women were beautiful, smart and cunning. And Bulma from DBZ had attracted the attention of a dead sexy saiyajin prince. After she had watched Dragon ball and Dragon ball z she had been hooked and saw her name in a new light of respect. Her mother was Japanese and her father was English. But her coloring had come out more from her father's side. She had been born with platinum blond hair for some reason, but that hadnt suprised her father much, his mother had had platinum hair. But she also had teal eyes, almost the same terquoise blue as the Super Sayajin's did. Her coloring was light but her skin was a lovely olive and she had the exotic slanted eyes from her mother.

She flung her arm over her eyes in exasperation. "Could this day get any worse?" Groaning she stripped her clothes off and threw them in the hamper before climbing into the shower. She turned the water all the way onto hot and was hoping to scald away the day's stress.

She leaned her forehead against the cold tile as the water heated to almost a painful temperature. Her hands lathered up with the soft Dove soap she had. Her hands swirled around her C cup breasts to wander lower to her more intimate area. Her fingers caressed past her white damp curls. "oohh..." she moaned as her fingers slipped over her slick clit. "Vejita sama..." She breathed as her mind wandered to the countless images of Hentai Doujinshi that she had read. She imagined that it was his finger's caressing her. bringing her closer and closer to her climax. Soon her fingers dipped into her hot core and she moaned as her other hand played with her clit and took intervals to pinch her soapy, slippery nipples.
Soon enough her fingers were working furiously in and out of her when soon her knees gave out and she sank to the tub bottom. "Vejiiitaaa!!" She moaned loudly as she reached her peak and fell in a swirl of pleaure. The water now beat on her back, luke warm and she sighed as she finished cleaning herself up.

She didnt bother dressing except for a pair of bikini cut black panties and a spaghetti string top. She plopped down at her computer and booted it up to one of her favorite sites and began flipping through various risque fan fics. "Read it, seen it, lame, lame, was just fucked up. Ugh...Jack sparrow and Goku? What were they thinking?!" Disgusted she went into the kitchen and whipped up a fried peanut butter and Bologna sandwitch. After she polished that off she crawled into bed and fell promptly asleep. The feel of Vegita's lips were still on her mind as she drifted off.

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Bulma found herself on a moon lit beach, the wind whipped through her shoulder length hair but it was not it's normally died aqua. It shone like starlight in the night air. She felt warmth behind her, warm glove covered hands caressed her shoulders and a hard chest pressed against her back. "I am here..." A deep masculine voice rumbled behind her. Her eyes widened and she gave off a soft gasp. "Who...who are you?" She whispered. She could feel his warm breath on her ear "You know who." It was so soft that she almost imagined hearing it. "Veji.." she was inturrupted by his gloved finger on her lips. "shh.." He spun her in his arms and she looked up into his onyx eyes. In the moonlight they gave off a silver reddish hue. The sight took her breath away. "Onna..." he growled. As he dipped in to claim her lips in a brutal kiss, she moaned letting him have access and his hot tongue swooped in and tangled with hers. His hands grasped the back of her hair and pulled her head back with a slight yip of supprise he trailed kisses down her throat til he came to the bend of her neck. He smirked just before his teeth sunk deep into her tender flesh drawing blood as his other hand had snaked up to cup her breast, pinching the nipple. "You're mine onna." he growled into her mind.

She screamed and bolted upright in her bed soaked in sweat. His voice resounded in her head as she groggily rubbed her sleep tousled hair. "You're mine..." it echoed. She exhailed sharply and glanced over at her clock. "AH! SHIMATTA!!" Her alarm had not gone off and she was going to be late for work if she didnt hurry!

Quickly she dressed in a grey wifebeater with a spider design on it and grabbed her Trunks button up shirt.
She threw some bread in the toaster and pulled out a hot pocket to throw into the microwave. She scrambled for her green capri's and black sneakers. Before bolting out of the house she grabbed her food and scarfed it on the way. At least seeing Vejita will make the day brighten a bit.

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Authors note:
I hope you are liking this. This is my first attempt at a DBZ fic. I usually stuck to Phantom of the Opera stuff. Please let me know what you think so far, I've been trying to only have it loosely based on Mannequin.
As always, R&R :D please?