Mannequin a la dbz

Bulma sighed. It was Saturday, her day off. She stretched out and groaned. She had a test today, for the last few years she'd been taking Tai Chi classes twice a week to relieve stress, help keep her fit and improve her flexibility. Top that off with Yoga almost every morning and she was a veritable rubber band.

She got out her plain white loose fitting Mandarin Jacket and black tie up pants along with some soft fitting comfortable shoes. She'd tried Tai-kwondo before but the teacher had been a complete moron and she found that no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t learn from him.

With her outfit on and her gym bag packed with normal clothes for after she was done she headed out the door.

She just hoped that she remembered the forms correctly.

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Vegeta growled as the bouncy blonde on his arm pulled him to yet ANOTHER store down what she deemed as the Sun set strip. "God dammit, I don't WANT a suit!" She looked up at him and pouted. "But you'll look so, so...STUNNING in one. And you HAVE to have at least ONE suit. It'll look good on you really. I promise!" She grinned and he stopped in his tracks with his fists clenched white knuckled. "ONE suit, but if you try to make me wear a tie I'm gonna blow up the planet and just say fuck it." She beamed and squeezed his bicep. "No tie, I promise. I don’t want you to look like a good little boy. No, this outfit is gonna scream bishonen." He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Bishonen? What is that?" She looked up at him. "Oh that's right...when I brought you to life I only gave you the more common language of English...hmm...here let me remedy that. Since we're going to actually be going to Italy here soon you'll have to be able to Parle the lingo." he rolled his eyes as she pulled him into an empty ally.

"Now," she began "Don't flinch and try not to scream if this hurts. I've never done this before." He backed away from the beautiful goddess with a look of 'wtf' written on his face. "What are you up to Venus?" She swayed towards him with her eyes half lidded and a sultry smile on her lips. "I'm going to give you some...as they say...mad leet skills." He opened his mouth to let out a scathing laugh as she came up and kissed him full on the lips. Because she'd caught him with his mouth open her little pink tongue swept into his mouth and she pushed him against the wall of the alley. Her plump bosom pressed against the dark red silk shirt he was wearing and she put one of her creamy thighs between his legs making their bodies flush against each other. She was also straddling his leg and a small wet spot started to appear there on the dark of his loose fitting black slacks.
She tasted like the like nothing he'd ever experienced. Just as he decided what the hell I'll go with it. His head felt like it was about to explode. He fisted his hands into her hair trying to ignore the pain in his head as a flood of information seemed to invade his thoughts. Dimly he was aware of her voice above the din of a hundred different languages and the etiquette that went with each languages society rattling on through his head. "Don't fight it Vegeta. Don't fight it and it won’t hurt...Concentrate on me. On my taste...the feel of my body..." he could almost focus on her taste again. On the softness of her breasts pressed to his hard chest, on the thigh that was rubbing against his groin. He growled and let instinct take over as he ravished her mouth. He blanked himself to let the new information flow into his mind. He was going to get her back for this invasion of his private thoughts though.

He trailed his hand down her side to slip under the fabric of her velvet mini skirt and let his thumb brush the inside of her thigh. She ground into him a little at his touch but pulled back from their kiss as her new 'gift' finished its job. She smiled as he growled at her with his teeth barred. "I do NOT appreciate invasions like that into my mind!" Her smile widened into a grin but then her eyes widened as his fingers had found their way to her core. She hadn't been wearing any undergarments and his strong fingers touched her clit. She gasped as he ground into her bud. "Vegeta...what? N.." but she was cut off short before she could protest as a small spark of his ki connected to her clit and she threw herself back as an explosive wave of an orgasm hit her. Only the hand he had on her lower back kept her from falling to the ground as she bucked against him. He crushed his lips to hers to swallow her scream. When he felt her finally stop twitching he pushed her away and held her at arms length. "That was to warn you, next time...ASK me before you do something like that." He grabbed up the bags and headed to the dark blue Lamborghini Murcielago Venus had insisted on. He threw the clothes into the back and leaned against the side with his arms crossed and looked very pissed off. Both of his heads were throbbing and he had nothing to relieve either of them. He growled and hopped into the driver’s seat as a shaky goddess stumbled to her side. She sunk into the soft leather seats and threw her head back. They sat like that for a few moments in silence before Venus looked over at him. "No matter how good the felt, it was done without MY permission! Don't you EVER do that again without first asking me!"
He humphed "Now you know how I felt woman. Only mine was not so enjoyable." She crossed her arms and pouted slightly. "I...I should have asked I apologize." he smirked. "Oh..my. THE goddess Venus is apologizing to ME a lowly saiya-jin prince Oh I DO feel privileged!" he said sarcastically. "Why you smug self centered son of a..." she stopped short as he laid a finger on her swollen lips.”I appreciate your apology and I accept." She was left speechless as he started up the engine to roaring and sped off into the distance. heh, she forgot about the suit. he thought as they arrived at the beach house she'd set up for him.

They unloaded the bags and he stretched out on his plush sofa. "It's lunch time woman. I'm going to go get something to eat." She poked her head around the corner "Why don’t you put on one of your new outfits?" He sighed. "I am NOT some doll for you to play dress up with!" She frowned at him. "FINE! Go out in your grungy clothing! See if I care!" She threw a plastic card at him and then stormed to what she'd dubbed 'her' room. He growled as he pocketed the Visa credit card and opened the glass door to the terrace before blasting off into the distance. On their romps he'd seen some appetizing restaurants. The smells had made his stomach rumble in anger but he'd been forced to ignore his hunger as the crazy blond goddess had dragged him from store to store.

He dropped down next to a cafe and started perusing the restaurants along the street. He stopped briefly to look through the window of what looked like a martial art's dojo. Being a fighter he could appreciate people learning to fight. His breath caught though when he saw a familiar face in the window. It was Bulma. He quietly slipped into the dojo to stand aside and watch her as she went through her warm ups. Her movements were fluid and graceful. But it caught him by surprise the most seeing her here because she’d never mentioned to him about knowing how to fight.

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Bulma touched her toes then went down to do full straddles before touching her head to her knee. Her warm ups went well enough and when she was feeling limber enough she tried some normal kicks she’d learned from a few of the other styles she’d tried but stopped with a laugh before going into her normal hook stance then rolling her arms around. She brought them in, and pushed them out in one fluid movement as if she were working with the waves of the ocean.

Her sensei walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Buruma.” He said in his thick Japanese accent. “It is time to show how you’ve progressed. These crasses were not onry for controring yourself, carming your chi but also for serf defense. You have sparred with some of the otha students yes?” She nodded. “Hei sensei. I have. I am confident in my abilities.” He smiled kindly and led her to the mat.

“Buruma, you will be going against Daras today to show how you have progressed.” Bulma and Dallas walked onto the sparring matt and bowed with respect to each other.
“Hajime!”

Bulma lowered herself into the Hisa Shih position while keeping her eye on her opponent. She smiled and waited for Dallas to throw the first blow. It came quick and fluid but Bulma easily deflected it and with the same motion double palm struck Dallas in the chest. The other woman stumbled back from the blow as Bulma moved in and tripped her, riding the momentum down to kiai in the woman’s face with a stopped blow. She smiled and helped Dallas to her feet as her sensei clapped. “Good, good, Now for the second part of the test. One of our male students will go against you. He is a bit more advanced then Dallas so be on your guard.” She nodded as she smiled to Dallas who took her seat next to the mat to watch.

A rather large man stepped onto the mat, he bowed to her and grinned. He was a good 6’9” and broad shouldered, his muscles were lean and powerful from the combination of working out and doing martial arts. “Hi Mike. Don’t go easy on me kay?” he grinned wider. “Don’t worry Dee. I’ll make sure you get a good work out.” He had spiked his dark black hair up best he could to resemble Goku’s from DBZ and Bulma smiled wide(he had insisted on calling her by her middle name as soon as he'd found out though). He was as big a nut over Goku as she was over Vegeta and she suppressed a laugh. She stood up and did her best Vegetaesque stance crossing her arms. “Alright Kakarott lets see what you’re made of!” She said in her best Vegeta voice, which wasn’t very good cause she was a girl. Mike laughed “Don’t make me Kaio-ken your ass.” She grinned wider. “Bring it.”

“Hajime!” their sensei shouted and she launched herself at Mike. She did a series of palm strikes towards his face but he was a bit too big so she was at a bad angle. He got the upper hand and grabbed her arm bending it down and bringing her with it. She grit her teeth and refused to tap out. She might have been down on her knees with her arm straight out with Mike able to easily dislocate it from that position but she Brought her foot up and flat footed him in the side of the head. He let go and staggered away. She got up quickly and into a ready position. Mike looked at her with a surprised expression. But he nodded and got ready himself. This time he moved in on her first. In a round deflect she pulled him with his own momentum and he tumbled to the ground with her on top. Her knee lodged into his solar plexus. With the wind knocked out of him he tapped the floor. She grinned and sat on his chest. “Sorry Mike. You ok?” he huffed, “Yeah. Wow. Where’d you get that From? That was great!” She laughed. “Sorry, I just couldn’t let you win. In all practicality if this were a real situation involving danger I had to make sure I would come out victorious.” She got off of him and offered him a hand up. He smiled and took it giving him a hug as he got to his feet. “That was a good spar.” He nodded and pat her on the back.

Bulma’s head shot up suddenly and she looked around. She could have sworn she’d heard a familiar growl. She looked towards the door only to see the tip of what could only have been flame shaped hair. Her jaw dropped. “No…it couldn’t be.” She ran for the door and looked around for what she thought she’d seen. She even looked up but all she could see was the jet stream from what looked like an air craft.
Mike came up behind her. “Deedlit are you ok hun?” She turned around and shook her head while going back in to face her sensei. “Sorry Mikey. I thought I saw….well…you’d think I was going crazy but I thought I just saw Vegeta….” She said this softly. Mike stared at her before bursting out laughing. “Oh hun! That’s RICH!” She started to get red in the face. “Don’t treat me like I’m crazy Michael! Just…don’t.” He stopped laughing and pulled her into a hug. “Sorry hun. But if you ever DO meet your prince charming, see if he can send Goku my way.” *growl* At that Bulma started laughing and couldn’t stop. "Mike, you're so funny! You are THE gayest guy I know. But I love ya none the less. Who else would geek out with me over DBZ." He grinned as Gokuish as he could and gave the peace sign with his fingers but couldnt keep it and ended up laughing his ass off with her. At that moment she didn’t care if she passed her test. She was having fun with her one and only best friend.

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Author's note:
YAY! A new chapter. Ok, now as to Bulma knowing some martial arts, I have acctually gone through this dilema. Finding a style that suits me. I have personally tried alot of things. But the reason I chose Tai chi for her is that it is a style suited for everyone. It is deeply rooted in Tao and Zen philosophies. It's philosophy uses stillness to overcome action, softness to conquer power. To remain tranquil in the face of danger. Next chapter will be the showing of some of Vegeta's new wardrobe and a bad thing that has happened from Vegeta becoming real. :D