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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
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z!
Warning: Yup, you read right! This is a Lemon warning! Much citrus type behaviour is going on in this chapter. Was that an "about time!" I heard?

Chapter 23

Ignorance is Bliss
The Dream world was now where Vegeta and Bulma were being held. Their bodies chained up in a joint cell were slowly being drained of their energy. The psychic vampire Cerci fed on their negative emotions and at the moment, they were over flowing with it.
Bulma sat ripping at her ruined wedding dress. The burnt hole reminded her of how he had tried to kill her son and would have killed herself. This wasn't how her honeymoon was suppose to be like! She kicked at the ground in frustration and saw the dust seem to float up like a cloud.
"This is such a strange world." Bulma said to herself. Vegeta ignored her statement.
'No.' Bulma corrected herself. 'I do know it was all the work of that witch, Cerci.' She wiped the side of her cheek that was still damp.
"I can't believe you licked me!" She snapped at him. "I can't believe I licked you back!"
Vegeta didn't comment, he was already standing up and examining the changed surroundings. The fluffy pink clouds had disappeared and they were left with darkness.
"This is more like my dreams." Vegeta growled. "Though you shouldn't be here."
"Tough!" Bulma spat. "Life's a bitch Vegeta and you're stuck here just the same as me!"
"Life being a bitch is nothing compared to yourself." Vegeta sneered. He started to walk away into the darkness. He was filled with confusing emotions, he could no longer feel the witch's hold over him and he had an unfamiliar tinge of guilt over trying to attack the infant.
"Where are you going?" Bulma screamed.
"Just because we're stuck here doesn't mean I have to stay here and listen to your screeching voice." Vegeta answered. "With the witch gone I'm going to find a way out. Alone."
"Suit yourself." Bulma sighed. "You'll do it your way no matter what I say."
The young scientist watched the disappearing figure go. Then she decided against being the pinning heroine. Bulma Briefs was not a character stuck in a novel. No sane person would ever think of this type of situation as a romance.
Bulma tried to ignore the horrible darkness and did what she normally did when she was scared or bored, she invented.
Her mind at the moment was stuck on rest. A mattress flopped down onto the dark floor.
'I see so my imagination does work when the witch isn't here.' She concentrated again; the mattress became supported by four posts.
'Oh Bulma you can do better than that.' She thought. She imagined the bed was dressed with luxury fabric and had all the gadgets from a 5 star hotel. Happy with her work Bulma jumped on the bed and lay back. Her body ached with the real knowledge that somewhere her body was chained up in prison. This delusion on its own was more for her self-confidence.
She looked back to the horizon where Vegeta had now disappeared from sight. It was clear to her now that she had lost her husband.
'Ex-husband.' She corrected. She looked in the opposite direction. She could see someone coming. She smiled coquettishly as she figured this was her mind at work again.
She changed her tattered dress into a beautiful 18th century dress. She wanted to become a fairy tale princess, if she was being stuck in a tower she might as well play the part. Anything to distract her from the horrid truth that was going on in reality.
'Now this is perfect.' She thought smiling. 'All I need now is my handsome prince to save me' She sighed as she thought the last part. Her Prince though still handsome was hardly a knight in shining armour. The painful truth of what was really going on was pushed aside. The main thing she realised was that Cerci's influence was really gone though she couldn't work out how to wake herself up.
Bulma was now free to control her own dream and no tentacle demon was going to stop her from having a good distraction.
The figure kept advancing towards Bulma. She pulled out a fan from nowhere and fluttered it in excited anticipation. Her imagination made sparkles of magic twirl around the bed she had made and a room and small tower began to form in the mist.
'What I really need is a Prince Charming, not a Prince Grumpy.' Bulma thought to herself.
The man continued walking nearer and Bulma's imagination started running riot.
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Vegeta on the other side of the dream world was walking with purpose. He wanted out of this mind trap. The humiliation of being a prisoner of not one but two women. If Bulma or that creature could even be called that.
Cerci was not the main source of his irritation though. If he had stayed any longer in the presence of Bulma he would have ripped her tattered clothes off and ravaged her body.
That was definitely not part of his plan in splitting up the bond. He could feel it now like an annoying buzz in his ear. The pull for the blue haired bitch was irresistible and if he relented then there was no hope of removing himself from her presence. He wanted her to die for this watering down of his race; not to fucked her till she screamed his name.
He paused from his walk as he lingered on the image. Then shook his head angrily for being so weak. He had to focus on finding the key to the transformation to become Super Saiyan. His other self had found out the trick to it. He was just as powerful he only didn't know how to switch it on. He wished he was a machine so he could figure out where the on switch was, though he knew his body wouldn't work that way.
If he could tap into the true heritage of his power, then both Bulma and the octopus freak would suffer a bloody death. He imagined himself back into his original Saiyan armour and cloak. Vegeta smirked to himself as he saw his attired had changed to what he was imagining. The witch was gone and he was back in control.
His thoughts then began to dwell on what happened on Earth the last time he was wearing this. It irritated him that he could only remember half of what happened. He swished his tail as he thought the one thing he did know was that the Earth was still there. The only reason that could be was if he'd been defeated. The right person to ask for the truth would be Bulma, but seeing as he was lusting after her at the moment it wasn't advisable. The only other person that could perhaps tell him would be Kakarrot's weakling brat.
'When I get out of this mess and back to Earth and going to make Kakarrot's spawn squeal the truth. Then vengeance will be rightfully mine!'
He added it to the long list of goals and ambitions he had. He also had to check that Freiza really was dead.
Vegeta stopped in his contemplating as a light caught his eye on the horizon. Bulma had long since disappeared behind him and this new spec on the landscape gave him something to walk towards. There seemed to be some building in the mist.
'As this is a dream I suppose it will be one of my nightmares come to give me a visit.' He thought. 'It can't be as worse as what is already going on.'
As he continued on he saw that it was no monster from his past. The tower itself seemed quite simple and inside had only one room. There was only a bed and a slender figure resting. The woman was Bulma but she was wearing different clothes than when he'd left her. To him it seemed a different person and she seemed to beckon him to come to her. As he drew closer the door to the room opened and he went inside. The door closed behind him the windows showing the swirling mist of the empty dream world outside.
"Enter, sweet Prince." The woman greeted him.
"Are you here to taunt me?" Vegeta asked.
The woman giggled and fluttered her fan hiding her face. "Never sir."
She sat up and checked him from top to bottom. "You remind me of someone." She said. "But he is away and when the cat's away the mouse shall play."
Vegeta smirked, so it was going to be one of those dreams.
"Perhaps you shouldn't play with someone as dangerous as me little mouse." He purred. "I can be more viscous than a cat.
The woman snapped her fan shut revealing her face. She was identical to Bulma.
"Ooh, promises, promises."
"I'm guessing that was a dare." Vegeta said in a low rumbling voice, "I never back down from a challenge. I am a warrior and I always follow through."
"I'm Bulma by the way." The blue haired woman said blushing red her arm extended for him to take hold. "I should at least ask for an introduction if we're going to talk like this. You, I assume are the great Saiyan Prince Vegeta."
"Just Lord and Master will do." He smirked and pulled at her arm so she was lower than him on the bed.
"I call no-one my Lord and Master." Bulma said coyly sitting up.
"Then just let me show you why I should be..."
Vegeta grasped her suddenly and pulled her onto his lap, all the while smelling her excited scent.
"Are you going to kiss me?" Bulma gasped.
Vegeta paused unsure what she meant. "A kiss?"
"So I have to teach you again." Bulma whispered. She crept closer to Vegeta.
"What do you mean?" Vegeta began but Bulma had sealed his lips with hers before he could finish. The soft caress of her kiss stopped any of his queries. The action being itself an explanation. Vegeta pressed his own lips back returning the kiss, relishing in the new experience. It was certainly more superior to licking.
Bulma pressed her body against Vegeta leaning into him. She was of course the real Bulma and was in the belief that this was her fantasy. If she knew this was the same Vegeta that had just walked round the small globe world and was now back and in different clothes, she might have acted differently. Maybe snarled and yelled at him some more.
However she was quite delighted with the kissing Prince that she never thought to question any of it. This was her illusion and the real Vegeta was now miles away. Vegeta's own mind was working the same way. He was quite prepared to believe that this was an dream Bulma. Plus all logical thinking seemed to go out the window once they started kissing. If he hadn't been under the influence of his lust he would have been questioning why he dreamed of this strange ritual called kissing; but he had other things on his mind.
Currently both of them were thinking about ripping each other's clothes off. Bulma started by pulling at the tag hidden in his armour. While she got her lovely muslin with delicate trim yanked off in one swift movement her old fashion girdle and stockings were revealed.
Bulma giggled again excited at the ideas she had running through her head. She managed to hit the switch and Vegeta's armour slipped off revealing his strong muscular chest.
"You've done this before." Vegeta said slightly amazed. Then he remembered that it was a dream. Of course the woman knew how to remove Saiyan armour. He cocked a smile and rolled the semi-naked woman onto her back. He pointed his finger and a small collection of ki appeared on the tip. He used the tiny power source to cut through Bulma's undergarments. Even if she had full understanding of his armour he had no idea where the end or beginning was to the lacy corset that she was wearing.
"Now don't wiggle or you'll be split open."
Bulma's eyes bugged out slightly as she felt the heat going across her body. She lay as still as she could afraid of what might happen if she did move. Her corset was finally snapped in two.
"Glad that wasn't ticklish." Bulma gasped as she felt herself now completely exposed to him. "If this was real I would be screaming blue murder right now."
Her breasts became the centre of focus for Vegeta. As he took off his white gloves to touch the soft skin. He caressed them slowly admiring the curve and feel. He had never seen anything like them before.
Bulma sat up and gave Vegeta another longing kiss. Part of her heart was now breaking while the other tried to stay with the current pleasure. She knew this wasn't her Vegeta, but she couldn't help but fool herself.
Vegeta wasn't thinking much but was enjoying the experience of touching a woman and not have her freak out with fear.
'If only the real Bulma was like this.' He thought. 'Then I wouldn't need to kill the unco-operative weakling.' He kissed what he thought was a dream Bulma again, pressing her down on the bed. She responded by wrapping her legs around him. It was then that her tail became free from being sat on. It looped around Vegeta's making the blue and brown seem like a strangely coloured candy-stick.
Her moist slit was also revealed and welcomed him in. He entered with a sharp and fast movement making Bulma gasp. He was trying to concentrate on what he was doing but the continual buzz in his head was getting louder.
"Not so fast!" She gasped, "Take your time!" He looked down on his imaginary Bulma who was now getting herself comfortable with his size.
She smiled back at him and gave a little wiggle of her body. She seemed so very real as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his neck.
"I'm glad I've got my dream Vegeta." Bulma said between gasps as he began moving inside her. "I couldn't bear to be stuck with that monster, at least I can have moments of pleasure in my mind."
Vegeta listened to her statement confused. Wasn't she the dream not him? The buzzing continued in his head, the crescendo of noise was starting to get a bit too distracting. The sound was a sign of his bond with the woman it couldn't activate when he was with someone else. There was only one explanation. This was the real Bulma.
Bulma watched Vegeta's confused face as it changed to panic. Then the realisation dawned on her. What if she wasn't the only one that could change her clothing? The truth explained a few things that had happened. This was the real Vegeta she was currently having sex with.
"Um..." Bulma murmured in an embarrassed voice. "Is that you Vegeta?"
"Shit..." He grunted.

Author's Note: Yes, that's where it ends... awkward cliffhanger! I regret nothing!
Next chapter, we'll find out exactly how they get out of this one.
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