Let\'s Have A Little Fun

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Chapter 7: Forever



Several months have passed now. Everyone got together when it was time
to use the dragon balls. Bulma was just not her usual self. Yamcha was back
now and pursuing Bulma every chance he got. They would go out to diner or
to a club but her mind was just elsewhere. It was after one such evening
that Yamcha wanted a little more than just a good-bye kiss. They were in
the living room at Capsule Corp. when he decided this was his chance.



“Come on, babe. It’s been such a long time since we’ve done it. I really miss you.”
They were sitting on the couch. Yamcha was doing his best *I’m so alone
and need you routine*. It was starting to work, he thought.




“I know it’s been a long time, but I just don’t know if that’s what I want right now.”
Yamcha turned, facing her. He leaned over and started nuzzling her neck.
He new she was ticklish there and it also turned her on. He had placed one
of his hands on her arm and was rubbing it up and down trying to help relax
her into submission. He started small kisses just under her ear, then he
worked his way to her ear. He began gently blowing and running his tongue
along the edge, dipping inside occasionally.



‘Oh, what is wrong with me. We’ve always been an item. There are just
so many unanswered questions,’ thought Bulma, not really paying attention
to what Yamcha was doing. This was one of the quess ths that she had, could
her and Yamcha still be happy together? ‘I’ll do it just to see, it can’t
be that bad. It’s been so long since we’ve been together, I hardly remember
what it was like.’ With that thought she turned to him and kissed him. She
ran her hands along side his face and through is soft, short hair.



‘Humph, I seem to remember his hair being stiffer than this,’ she thought.



“Oh, babe. You feel so good,” said Yamcha.



He started moving his hand under her shirt and made his way to one of
her breasts. He slid his hand under her bra and rubbed her breast while pinching
her nipple very hard.



‘I was thinking his hands were much softer than that, and OUCH! Since when has he been so rough,’ Bulma thought again.



“Let’s take this up to your room, babe. Wouldn’t want anybody getting a free show.”

He stopped what he was doing and picked her up and proceeded up to her
room. There he sat her on the edge of the bed. Doing some kind of mock strip
show he removed his clothes. Bulma just kinda looked stupidly at him.


“Ok, now it’s your turn. Let’s see you take it off,” said Yamcha.



Bulma thought it was much more romantic to have a little bit of mutual
cooperation during the removal of their clothes. She stood up and basically
undressed and got back onto the bed. Yamcha watched, drooling like a dog
in heat. He laid down and looked at her as if waiting.



“Come on Bulma, you know what I want. He was putting his hand on her back
and directing her down to his erection. She just looked at it then back at
his face then back at it. He then used a little more coercion and pushed
her head down to have her lips meet his tip. Finally, she gave in and moved
up and down on him with her mouth for a few minutes.



‘Is this how it’s always been? Seems like there was more passion involved the last time.’



He pulled her up and laid her down on the bed. He raised himself over her and positioned his member at her entrance.



‘What about me? Don’t I get any attention during the foreplay? Something
is just not right.’ Bulma couldn’t quiet put her finger on what the problem
was.




“Uuugh, Uuuugh, Uuuugh,” moaned Yamcha.



Bulma stared at the ceiling. After about 3 minutes it was over.



“Wow, that was awesome!,” exclaimed Yamcha.



‘Oh, Kami, what is wrong with me????…….. Everything I remember is what
I felt when I was with Vegeta. I feel so, so………,’ “Get out Yamcha, this isn’t
going to work. I tried to make it work and it’s just not going to.” Bulma
was becoming very emotional.



“What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean it’s not going to work.”



“I mean a lot of things have changed since you’ve been gone. I’ve done
a lot of soul searching. I’m not some giddy, little girl anymore. This relationship,
it’s not what I want. I can only consider you a friend from now on, nothing
more.”



“Have you been screwing around on me?”



Bulma had climbed out of bed and put on her robe. She was ready for him
to leave so she could have a nice relaxing bath, when she heard that last
question. For some reason this really pissed her off.



“First off, you weren’t around, you were dead. And second, don’t think
I don’t know about all of your late night romps with your so called friends.
Like I said get out of my house before I have you removed forcefully.” She
never really answered his question.




Vegeta had just finished his training and had entered the house. He knew
the woman had been seeing that sad excuse for a man again. He tried to ignore
it. He headed up the stairs to his room when he heard voices coming from
her room. It was them.



‘Damn, her,’ was all he could think. Then he heard the weaklings voice
raise. No matter what was going on between Vegeta and Bulma right now, Vegeta
did not like hearing Yamcha’s voice raised at her. Then came Bulma’s screams
at him to get out. He shook his head and proceeded to his room when he heard
it.




“VEGETA, VEGETA!!!”




Hearing his name gave him a sense of urgency as he bolted into her room.
He was not prepared for what he would see. There stood Bulma in her robe.
Yamcha was standing in front of her, naked. You could tell by the condition
of the bed that something had gone on between them. Vegeta a sta strange
feeling in his stomach. He thought it was just nausea caused from seeing
the pathetic human naked.



“Vegeta, would you please escort Yamcha out of my house. s nos not welcomed here for the time being.”



Looking somewhat shocked that she would kick her boyfriend out, Vegeta looked questionly at her.



“Are you deaf, Vegeta, please make him leave.”



Bulma looked at Vegeta with tears in her eyes. Yamcha did not see this. This time Vegeta complied.



“Let’s go. I’ve looked forward to doing this a long time. You can make
this easy or we can do it my way,” said Vegeta with an evil smirk.


“Thank you, Vegeta.” Bulma turned and went into the bathroom and began running her bath water.



Yamcha gathered his clothes and left followed closely by Vegeta. Once
he was through the door Vegeta slammed it and said, “Good riddens.”




Bulma removed her robe and climbed into the hot bubble bath. This always
did the trick when she was troubled. She hated to have to call for Vegeta
but she felt she ho oto other choice. Ever since that incident in the kitchen
with his tail, they have hardly spoke to each other. Bulma unconsciously
rubbed her shoulder where Vegeta had bit her. After all this time it still
had not healed. Funny thing was she felt like something inside of her was
changing. She had been having a lot of strange dreams at night. She thought
about what he had said to her that night. She thought about what had just
happened between her and Yamcha.



‘Now I know why it seemed different. I can only remember what it was like
with Vegeta. I can vaguely recall that being with Yamcha was always one sided.
He never showed me any affection once he got his satisfaction. Vegeta, however,
was my satisfaction. Just his touch, his eyes.’ Slowly tears began to run
down her face.



There was a knock on her bathroom door.



“Who is it?”



“Woman, can I come in?”



Bulma wiped her eyes with a cloth. “Yeah, it’s ok.”



Vegeta entered and gazed at her in the bath. Even though he couldn’t see
anything below the water due to the bubbles, he still felt a strange stirring
in his stomach.



“What do you want Vegeta?”



“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”



“Unh, unh.” Bulma couldn’t believe he was showing concern for her.



Vegeta started to turn and leave when Bulma asked one last question. A
question that would cause great turmoil for him over the next few months.



“Vegeta, if you transformed, as you call it, would you return to your normal self afterwards?”



Vegeta knew what she was referring to. He did not turn to face her. He
closed his eyes, took a deep breath and simply answered, “Yes.” He then left
for his room.



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Over the next couple of months, Bulma would find herself in deep thought
about her and Vegeta. Spring was now here. She would find herself on many
occasions sitting out on her balcony, just looking at the Gravity Room. On
a few occasions, Vegeta would do some of his training just outside the GR.
Bulma would sit and watch him for hours, never turning away. He new she was
there, watching him. On one particular evening, Vegeta had decided to meditate.
He made it a point to position himself in clear view of her balcony. He sat
with his legs crossed Indian style, wearing only his spandex shorts. It had
been about an hour, when Bulma made her way out to her balcony. Before coming
out she decided to change into her nightshirt. It was now getting fairly
dark with only the landscape lights lighting the lawn. Everyone who worked
at CC had left for the day, so she decided to be as comfortable as possible.
On her way out the door, she grabbed a blanket out of her closet. She had
a chaise lounge that she liked to stretch out on, especially when she wanted
to star gaze. Star gazing was not why she was out here now. Pulling her chair
so that she would have an obstructed view, she positioned it upright and
then sat down. Pulling her knees up to her chest and stretching her nightshirt
over them and down to her ankles she then looked out upon the lawn.




‘There he is, Kami he is absolutely gorgeous. He looks so peaceful. If
only I could touch him once more, kiss his soft lips, make love to him.’
Bulma looked down at her feet. Again tears trickled from her eyes. She wanted
him with every part of her being. She wants him to be hers forever. She looked
out once again, this time he was looking at her. He captured her with his
stare. Their eyes locked. They searched each other wanting answers that only
the other could give. She knew she had made her decision, now would he be
willing.




Vegeta looked at her sitting there in only her nightshirt. A soft warm
breeze was blowing, fanning her hair with it. When she looked back up to
meet his gaze, he thought how sad and alone she looked. Almost as sad and
alone as he felt. She was exquisite. The most beautiful creature he had ever
laid his eyes on. Now, captured in each others gaze, he decided he had to
have her. Forever. His decision made, now his thoughts turned to the what
ifs. ‘What if it’s true? What if I lose all control, she could be killed.’
These were but a few of the questions now plaguing his mind. He broke the
stare and went back into the GR. He had issues to work out.




Sleep now beckoned for Bulma. She re-entered her room and climbed into
her bed, she pulled the covers up around her neck and snuggled against her
soft pillow. Quickly she drifted off to sleep. Dreams would enter her mind
again tonight. Previously they had all been the same. Because of the bite
inflicted by one Saiyan Prince, her body chemistry was changing. In her dreams,
she grew a tail, her hair became stiffer, but still remained straight. Her
hearing became more sensitive and of course her once vegetarian appetite
now consisted mostly of wanting meat. Her eyes changed too. Now they were
a midnight blue. When the moonlight would hit them they were, well, there
are just no words to describe them. Now, tonight’s dream would be different.
She tossed and turned. Sweating profusely. This night her dream would become
real.




Morning came only to find Bulma laid on the floor curled up in a fetal
position. As the sun caressed her body, the warmth began to awaken her. Groggily
she sat up and looked around. ‘How did I get on the floor? Must have fell
off during that damn dream.’ Bulma stood up, feeling slightly disoriented.
She made her way into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She could not
believe what she saw.



‘No, it can’t be. It was just a dream.’ Sure enough, her hair looked thicker,
still straight down past her shoulder. “What the hell is making that ticking
noise?” She found the noise coming from her watch which was on her nightstand
on the other side of her bedroom. Gazing back into the mirror, she looked
at the new color of her eyes, midnight blue. “OH, shit!”, she turned her
back to the mirror and slowly raised her shirt.



“NO,NO,NO…It was just a dream. What the hell is wrong with me?



VEGEEETA!!!!!VEGEEETA!!!!”




Vegeta was in the kitchen eating breakfast. Hearing the woman’s screams,
he stormed up to her room. Upon entering he found her sitting on the bathroom
floor in tears.



“What is it woman? Why the hell are you screaming for me? And why are you crying?”



Bulma opened her eyes and looked at him.



He could not believe what he was seeing. Then she leaned forward , turned
her back to him and raised her shirt. Sure enough, there was the beginning
of a tail. The other noticeable difference was her hair texture. And her
eyes. ‘Oh, Kami, I didn’t think they could be any more beautiful.’


He walked over to her and knelt down. Wrapping his arm around her he tried
to calm her. Once she had regained her composure, they walked over and sat
on the edge of her bed.

“The legend must be true,” he said.


“What legend?”



“Remember when I bit you on your shoulder? Saiyan legend has it that the
chosen one, the one who it was foretold would achieve the legendary status
of Super Saiyan, would have the power to change the one of his desire into
half-Saiyan , if that chosen one was not already Saiyan. Since birth it has
been foretold that I would be the one who would obtain this status. It must
have started with the bite.”



Bulma’s mind was racing ninety miles an hour. Absorbing what she had just
been told, she made one realization. ‘All this time, I’m the one he desires,’
this thought
repeated over and over. She was feeling dizzy. She looked at him once
more with her new midnight blue eyes and passut iut in his arms.



A/N: Hope everyone liked. I’ll try to have next chpt. Up soon. Please review.