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Bulma\'s Tail	By : MzD Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 6140 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5

Presents
Bulma sat down in her lab. Her cheeks were flushed from the emotions that Vegeta had surfaced. She wanted the Saiyan prince, she realised it now. It had been so obvious all the arguments the heated debates. The screaming of how much they hate each other. Hate is a powerful word, if you despise someone you don't bother with them. You ignore them leave them alone because you don't care. Hate though is so strong that it can easily be turned to love. She had kissed him out of her impulses and her body seemed to understand her feelings a lot more than her head did.
'Love? Do I love Vegeta? He wouldn't know what love is he didn't even know what a kiss was.' Bulma blushed as she remembered how he had kissed her back. He was a fast learner, he was a lot better than Yamcha. He always had sloppy wet kisses, hungry for her; but Vegeta was soft and warm and....... Bulma tried to shake herself awake, she could feel the wetness in her pants. She never felt like this with Yamcha, that was one of the reasons she was glad she had broken it off with him. He was her friend, there was no passion with him. Not anymore, there had been at the start, very fun flirty teenage love. Now it seemed so stale and just a routine.
'I read too many romance novels.' Bulma looked around her laboratory, the computer had finished its DNA analysis. She had put in Saiyan blood and human blood and asked the computer to do a comparison. The full process of breaking down the blood and compiling the charts took a few days. It had been running away in the background as she had her little fun with the data she did have and making the tail that was now her curse.
'Okay lets see what the differences are.' She looked at the results slightly baffled. It was 99.9% genetically identical. Only six strands of DNA were different but the chromosome count was the same. The genes that didn't exist in the human structure there was a dormant gene were the Saiyan strand was. It also meant that a hybrid between human and Saiyan would be 99% certain to be non-sterile. Children like Gohan would be able to have kids. Though she wasn't sure unless she brought it up with Chi-Chi and she felt sure Gohan would probably be as bad as her father with needles. It wasn't worth worrying about till he was married and older at least.
'What the hell, so we are closely related?' Bulma wasn't sure if she liked this idea. It brought up more questions than answers like how a species so far apart by space could have such a similar genetic code. She pushed the papers aside into a drawer. She'd hide it for now it didn't matter. It just made her think of Vegeta and his reaction. 'I'll work on my attack droids that I was building for.... Vegeta.' She sighed looking around; most of her projects were for Vegeta. ' I'll get my clothes modified.'
The tail was tickling her legs she just wanted clothes that fitted and looked good. There Was only so long Bulma could stand the loose fitting gypsy skirts. They were not her style at all. Bulma popped out her air bike from it's capsule and soared off to the mall. What she needed now was shopping rather than science.
Vegeta watched her go. He had skulked in the bushes waiting for her. It was his chance, he knew her vanity would call her away to the shops. All her outfits needed to be modified since she now had a permanent tail. He smirked, time to put 'seduce that woman' into operation.
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Bulma rushed home, slightly upset by the people at the mall. She had gone into a tailors to get her outfits adjusted. She just explained it was a new fashion in Paris, they almost bought it. She knew they sniggered at her when she admired her Gucci suit with fitted back for her tail. She didn't care, she liked her new tail. It just felt good riding her bike while her tail flew free in the wind. It had felt even nicer as she stroked Vegeta's bulge. When Vegeta had touched ever so softly against.........
"HEY WATCH IT!!" Bulma snapped out of her daydream as she nearly collided with another airbike. "JERK!" She slid the bike into overdrive and landed on the Capsule Compound.
"Hey Mom, Dad I'm hoome!" She ran into the kitchen a note was on the table.
** Hey Bulma hon,
Your father and I are off to the Opera tonight. I didn't make any food you'll have to cook for yourself. I'm sure you could handle it, make sure there's enough to even feed that nice Mr Vegeta. Behave yourself with him I know I wouldn't...oh but I'm married.
We'll be back late Mom xx **
Bulma dumped her packages down. She had a feeling in her stomach that her mother had planned this. She was always harping about marriage and Vegeta, making major hints. She didn't know that marriage to a saiyan was permanent. There was no divorce it was for life and beyond. She knew now why she had went to Freiza's ship. She wanted to know Saiyan traditions so she could have fun with Vegeta. She wasn't ready for commitment, not yet.
"Woman." Growled a voice from behind her.
"Vegeta?" She turned to see his squint smile. 'He's been planning something I know it.'
"Did you get yourself some nice outfits?"
"How did you know?" Bulma huffed
"You're obsessed with your looks I'd thought you would like attire that looked good with your new accessory." His smirk widened as his eyes dropped to the bags lying across the floor. "Plus the large amount of clothing brand bags give it away. Are you going to model for me?"
Bulma picked up a bag containing her sexy evening dress; guarding it from him. Vegeta was definitely trying to make some moves. "I thought a great Saiyan prince didn't occupy his busy training schedule with such flippant things."
"I could adjust my schedule if you liked. I bet I could fit you in." His eyes were half closed as he said that.
'Vegeta IS trying to make a move.' Thought Bulma. "Where did you pick that line up from?" Sneered Bulma, she did like the way he was speaking but she was going down with a fight.
"What line?" This confused Vegeta and his face returned to it's normal scowl.
"You are trying out chat-up lines on me? They aren't too bad but not very original." Bulma smiled as she saw the fury in his eyes.
"Why would I want to chat-up a low class human like yourself. Maybe I wanted to get back at you for the attempt at seduction. Show you what a real warrior elite can do."
"I thought I did pretty well. You would have crumbled if your macho Saiyan pride hadn't got in the way."
"Don't criticise my pride woman." Vegeta snarled this.
"I can criticise whatever I like. You're not my prince." Bulma turned away, picking up her bags. There was one she couldn't manage but then she remembered. She looped the blue tail round the handle and sauntered off to her room. Vegeta gaped as she saw her strut away. He thought a few nice words would work but she was obviously more intelligent to fall for that.
'Mmmm might have to try the hands on approach. She'll find my surprise soon enough.'
Bulma stomped into her room, she had to get away. 'I would have jumped him. I know it, I was ready to pounce. I can't make the first move his damn pride is too big. I'll play hard to get.' Bulma looked around the bedroom there was a large boar lying on the floor.
"WHAT THE FUCK! VEGETA!!!!!"
It had been freshly killed and was presented in such a way that it looked asleep. There was no smell, no blood but it was disgusting. It was like the dead birds that her Dad's cats always gave to him. Then it clicked it was a present for her. Vegeta walked into her bedroom.
"I caught it for you while you were away. It put up a brave fight but it could not best someone as strong as I." He stood proud in the doorway that smirk still on his face.
'Just like a cat, no shame it's in their nature. I can't get mad at him for it but...'
"Couldn't you have it outside or in the kitchen, why my room?" Bulma was angry but she was fighting the urge to rip his pointy tufts from his head.
"Then it would have been for your family, this is for you and this bedroom is your only personal room."
"Okay, great gift, thank you. NOW GET IT DOWNSTAIRS AND WE'LL BARBECUE IT." Bulma pushed all her rage into that line and it worked. Vegeta lifted the carcass over his shoulder and walked off. He had that smirk on his face like he'd won. She changed into her tracksuit wrapping her tail around her waist it looked like a furry belt.
"Servebot 15 come to my room and clean some stains from my carpet." The beeping confirmed it had understood. She went downstairs, she knew it might get bloody hence the tracksuit. Bulma was a bit squeamish and she wasn't looking forward to the cutting of the pig. As she went into the garden she was relieved it had already been half done. She started up her gas barbecue, it looked like meat now and not a living creature. She could never be a vegetarian she liked meat too much.
"Okay Vegeta why did you give me a pig?" She thought she'd break the silence his macho hunter look was getting too sexy.
"I was making the first move." Vegeta smiled at her.
She was too shocked to speak, Bulma stepped back. She was about to ask 'first move of what?' When the doorbell rang. Bulma ran away making her excuses half glad but not at the same time. She hoped he hadn't started any mating gusto had had seemed too much like a ritual. She wanted to ask him if he was trying to court her. If she ended married to Vegeta he wouldn't love her. He didn't know what love was. She opened the gates herself anxious for a distraction.
It was Yamcha, with an apologetic look on his face and a nice bouquet of flowers held up presented to her.
"What did I do babe you haven't returned my calls." He said with all honesty.
He hadn't realised what had happened at his apartment that time she'd caught him. Bulma knew she'd have to tell him. He hadn't heard her declaration of independence when she'd left. Either that or he had chosen not to take her seriously.
"I don't date idiots that need to call up other girls to get himself off!" Bulma dug into her anger, that was still a bit raw from seeing Vegeta making a mess of her bedroom.
"What? That's not cheating!" Yamcha snapped back. "What about you ogling that killer Saiyan Prince while I'm not here!"
"Hey! I always look but don't touch! I don't make moves!" Bulma felt that at the time she was dating but she could feel the flush on her face as she boldly lied to her ex. If their break-up wasn't official she really had done more than him!
"Oh so you admit it then!?"
"SURE, why not?" Bulma snapped. "I like the tight shorts and sweaty body of someone training to make a difference and to fight a threat, unlike you!"
"I have been training, it's just you never come to visit me anymore, you're too busy with Vegeta!"
"Just like you're too busy with your call girls!"
"They're phone sex girls, not call girls!" Yamcha snapped back.
"It doesn't matter..." Bulma sighed, her anger loosing momentum. "I...I don't want to go out with you anymore. I don't love you enough. I honestly haven't given you much thought since last week."
Yamcha looked shocked but not totally surprised. He sighed, glad she told him. So what he feared was really true.
"We can still be friends." Bulma knew it was an old line but it was true. It came down like a lead weight though and knocked everything from
Yamcha opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. All he had was his bitter accusations about Vegeta but she obviously didn't see him that way now.
A tear fell from Bulma's eye she had really hurt him. "It's not you it's me, I want more fire in a relationship, I just feel like we're friends nothing more." Another old line but she had to do it. Yamcha turned away. He'd heard enough, it was like some drama on TV but this time it was really happening to him. He dropped his bunch of flowers to the ground and made himself look up to the woman he still loved.
"I'll see you Bulma, it might take a while till we're friends again." He walked away, trying to keep what dignity he had left and flew up in the sky. Bulma closed the gates, more tears in her eyes. Partly from anger and sorrow. She was hurt at what he said but still sad about what she had said to him so bluntly.
"Oh Yamcha, I'm sorry." She whispered.
"So you did it finally." Said a gruff voice behind her.
"He didn't realise we'd broken up. I thought blowing up his apartment would be a big hint." She sniffed, not wanting Vegeta to see her weak again.
Vegeta chucked. "You are not easy to understand Woman."
"Well neither are you pig killer." She walked back to the barbecue. Vegeta walked behind, glad she had completely severed the ties of that weak idiot. He was free to make the next move.
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Author's Note: Oh poor Yamcha but then more Vegeta! Thought I better tie up that loose end.
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