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Recovery	By : Not_Bulma06 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 4750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7: Camping and Cowboys
Bulma stood waiting in the darkest corner of her mind. Surely it would be time to discuss the day’s business with her darker half althought these last days she hadn't given much information. While she waited, all that was to keep her busy was to watch her dark half’s’ fantasies on what seemed to be a big screen. Her favorite seemed to be quite twisted.
The scenario would start out, like most of the other fantasies, Bulma laying naked in bed. Vegeta and Goku on either side of her, both strong Saiyan men kissing and laying gentle bites upon her neck and breasts. Her delicate slender fingers toying with the precious pearl buried between her legs.
Quickly the dream would turn from sensual and tender to just plain raunchy. Vegeta would maneuver himself under her, thrusting his harden throbbing cock deep within her swollen, weeping core. Screams of pleasure ripping forth from her lips left haunting echoes.
Somehow Gohan and Goku would be back into the mix of this twisted wet dream. Goku took a handful of Bulma’s hair, the intense burn turning into intense pleasure as he placed the massive tip of his member between the full cheeks of her ass. As Bulma called out, Gohan positioned the head of his cock at her lovely rose colored lips. Father and son locked eyes and all at once, thrust themselves into Bulma.

Finally Bulma had to look away from the images before her. Why was this side of herself so fixated on such degrading acts? Why the images never reflect the real private moments between her and Vegeta? Perhaps these images were for shock value? Maybe at the end of the day all of this depravity was just a diversion of what she was really up to?

Out in the real world, the blue eyed beauty decided to relax. She kicked off her heavy brown boots before peeling off her pants. Soon she stood naked, the soft Namek breeze tickling her soft fare skin. She gingerly stuck a toe into the crystal clear water of the pond over looked by the tall sprawling tree. Chills ran up her spine as she submerged herself to mid chest. Laying back to float, gazing into the clear sky above. She could see familiar figures in flight. The recognizable orange of Goku and Gohans’ gis, leading the pack the purple of Piccolo’s usual garb. Vegeta was nowhere in sight.
Piccolo broke off from the group; Bulma grinned, “This should be interesting.”
Piccolo touched down gently on the edge of the pond. He stood silently, arms crossed his eyes averted looking toward the tree. Bulma swam up the ponds edge, pulling herself up to sit on the edge only allowing her toes to remain in the water.
“So Piccolo, do you make it a habit of dropping in on human girls while they are skinny dipping or am I just special?” Bulma playfully giggled, pulling herself up to her feet. She ran her hands through her hair, letting out a soft groan.
“Bulma, get dressed please.” Piccolos’ eyes remained locked on the tree.
Bulma pouted, walking slowly to the pile of clothes beneath the tree. Piccolo waited as she dressed herself in the slowest manner possible. Piccolo growled, “Can you possibly dress yourself any more slowly? I just want a quick chat and I will let you get on with whatever you are doing.”
Bulma pulled her shirt over her head, a look of annoyance in her eyes. Her demeanor changed, a smooth swagger to her gait. Her tone, deep and sultry with a soft sweetness on the tip of her lips.
“Why Piccolo, I am just here to recoup and recover from the nightmare I once lived through.”
The towering Namekian rolled his eyes, “Look Bulma I just wanted you to know, I don’t know where Vegeta is. I don’t plan on knowing where he is until he finds us.”
Her posture changed, a sense of seriousness built between the pair. She narrowed her eyes, her teeth clinched, “You think I am wrapped up in knowing where he is? I am here to take care of myself.” She spat her words out turning her back to Piccolo.
Piccolo unchanging in his stand or expression, “Look Bulma, you drugged them leaving me awake to keep them from charging after you. I really do not care what you are scheming or what you are up to. I thought I would check up on you. It seems you are fine and not in need of any assistance.”
Piccolo launched himself into the air, cutting through the sky towards where the location of the father and son combo leaving Bulma scowling under the tree.
Vegeta straightened up the bedroom after taking a long nap. He had set up a shelter much like the one Bulma had been staying in on their first chance encounter on the original Namek. Being a cunning warrior, he knew that if he were to bring Bulma “back to Earth” he could not act predictably. He would play her cat and mouse game, except he would play the part of the mouse.
He grinned, “Well I think it is time to go fishing.”
He stood at the mouth of his cave, his eyes closed searching through all the energies of the planet to find her location.
“I can tell you where she is Vegeta.”
Piccolo’s steely voice interrupted Vegeta’s thoughts. The Saiyan Prince looked over to the Namekian with an annoyed glare.
“Did I ask for your help Namekian?”
Piccolo chuckled, “ Yes you did, back on Earth remember?”
Vegeta bit his tongue, crossing his arms in his familiar stance. Again Piccolo took pleasure in the Princes’ obvious discomfort.
“Head that way, look for a big tree next to a pond.”
Vegeta powered up, geared to head her way.
“What is your plan Vegeta? Are you planning on bringing her back here?”
Vegeta ignored the question, blasting off into the sky. No reason for the Prince of all Saiyans to answer or explain himself to the Namekian or else for that matter. He knew his plan. His smug look was wiped clean, replaced by an unreadable expression.
His ebony eyes scanning the horizon, looking for the land marks the green warrior mentioned. He zeroed in on the area in question. The faint glimmer of blue caught his eye. Perfect. He would simply fish, not unlike Kakarot would do on Earth. He touched down near the edge of the pond.
Vegeta looked over the sprawling body of water, it quite large for a pond. He peeled off his amour, setting to the ground. He pulled off his gloves and boots before pulling off his deep blue suit. The prince stood naked and stretched his arms to the sky, loosening up his thick muscles. He ran a hand through his thick black mane, letting out a deep breath before stepping into the crystal waters.

Bulma watched, peaking from behind the tree. Her brows were deeply furrowed trying to piece together what she was witnessing. She watched his naked form enter the water, inch by inch he disappeared into the water. She bit her lip, he did not flinch when his impressive genitalia hit the cold water. ‘He must have ice in his veins.’ She grinned.

Bulma was startled to see something other than the pornographic images flash around her in the darkness of her mind. The scenery started to change, the soft grass and the wide open skies of Namek opened up around her. She saw Vegeta exit the waters of a pond, hand fulls of fish in hand.
He was naked, skin shimmering in the light. Water dripping down from him, he set the fish down away from the edge of the pond. He shook himself like a wild animal, throwing the water off of his body. He dressed himself and acquired his catch before leaving the area.
She was pulled back into the darkness. She screamed out into the nothingness.
“Damnit! Why are you toying with me you bitch? You wanted control. You wanted to see if you can bring him to ‘your’ way of thinking? He shows up giving you a prime chance for you to work your ‘magic’ and you pushed me out to see him?”
A set of cold blue eyes met her gaze, noses inches from touching. Bulma narrowed her eyes, shoving her mirror form away violently. Her wild eyes filled with rage, glared at her counterpart and spit on the ground.
“You roam freely, trying to prove an invalid point and leave me stuck in this madness watching x-rated images of you and most of the men I know. You think that trash is what you think is the least bit arousing? It is just disgusting. Are you trying to be a harlot? Are you trying to just become a piece of flesh to be used? You want to be treated like that monster treated me? The monster I created from my ignorance and in turn through his hands the other two monsters that ran with him did things to me I do not wish to even remotely repeat.”
The two blue haired vixens faced off to each other, each waiting for other to draw their weapon. Bulma snorted, a thought popped into her head. This idiot never lived in the other time where Vegeta ruled the universe. This figment of her imagination or a part of her mind, mental scar tissue that she concocted in an effort to deal with what she had lived through. This ‘person’ did not exist or need to exist. She locked her gaze with the mirror woman.
“You aren’t real…” Bulma whispered.
The mirror image looked perplexed, “What?”
Bulma roared, “You aren’t real!”
Her words ripped through her identical counterpart tearing away her image into nothing. The darkness melted away and she found herself standing under the tree.
“I…I won?” She stood scratching her head, pondering her victory over herself. “Well this is a head scratcher.”

Bulma looked around the campsite. Not much had been set up for a long term camp. This wouldn’t do at all. Seeing as this planet did not have a night time, she would need to find a cave to hold up in while she could work through all of this that she created. Bulma gathered her belonging and popped the capsule that held her bike. She road North into a mountainous area of Namek to find a place.

Vegeta finished cleaning the fish, wrapping the entrails up to remain cold until they were needed. A familiar sound of Kakarots’ instant transmission pricked his ear. A low growl left his lips, swallowing back the urge to pick a fight with the idiot. He turned to see the gaping grin of Kakarot standing in the door way.
“Hey Vegeta! I know you are busy but Piccolo wanted me to pop in and let you know Bulma is riding her bike in this direction and that we closed any other caves in the area.”
He snorted, nodding in response and went on about his business. “Now Kakarot you need to leave. I don’t need you here if she decides to stop by.”
Goku nodded, flashing his ridiculous grin with a wave before disappearing.
Vegeta wandered into the bathroom and began to run a hot bath. He had never saw the appeal of this ritual of sitting in a tub of water, but at this point he would try anything to relax being in this enclosed space. He brought a stocky glass to hip lips, taking down a sizable swig of liquor Bulma’s father had slipped in to the supplies. He never had a taste for Earth alcohol, it always seemed weak in comparison to the spirits created back on his home world. However, given the lack of options it would work.

Soon the deep amber liquid was gone, leaving the Prince with a warm comforting burn in the back of his throat and a mild sense of comfort in his belly. He peeled off his amour unceremoniously, not putting on a show for Bulma now. He dipped a toe into the water, steam rolling off the surface to circle in dance in the still air of the bathroom. He eased himself into the water, sitting back to let his head rest on the back of the tub. The corners of his lip fell into a grimace. Why did the woman ever find this enjoyable? He would remain in the bath, if she arrived he would need to seem as disinterested in her as possible. He decided another drink or so may help make this situation more tolerable.

“Are there really not any caves around here? I could have sworn on Old Namek there were a ton of them. Hmmmm.”
She wiped the dust from her face as she eye balled the rocky face before her. Nothing jumped out at her as a suitable place to set up camp. She chuckled to herself, looking around at her surroundings and herself. Covered in dirt and dust, dressed in boots, leather, and about to camp out in nature like the folks from those Wild West movies. Bulma decided this would be a fine place to nap for the afternoon.
Bulma found a large jutting bolder to provide her with shade and plenty of breeze. She threw down a tarp, small pillow, and light blanket to lie down to rest her eyes for a while. She might be napping on the dirt but this may be the first restful sleep in months.
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Bulma sat next the wooden bar, wishing her corset was just a tad more comfortable. A jaunty tune playing in the back ground while she waited on a drink. At this point she was ready to just head back upstairs and change. Of course it would be a waste of a perfectly good afternoon wearing her best dress.
Floor length dress, deep violet with a red shimmer. Delicate black sleeves falling off her shoulders to follow a plunging neck line where her breast lifted up and tightly bound with her whale bone ribbed corset. Her dress was only complimented by her black lace choker with a small emerald jewel hanging in the hollow of her throat. She brushed a loose curl from her face as she finally received her shot of whiskey.
Double doors of the bar flung open, heavy steps coming close to the bar. The new comer to the bar, slammed his fist upon the bar, barking out to the bar keep “Gimme a cold one” before sitting down on the stool at the corner of the bar. Bulma cut her eyes to get a measure of this person with such wonderful manners.
The man had wild spikey hair, tall stature, wearing an old worn orange poncho. He had dark frayed rope about each wrist, not unlike the restraints used to hold the criminals on transport. He quickly guzzled down the pale frothy drink before belching. Again he slammed down his fists, near shattering the glass to bark out another drink order.
Bulma turned in her seat, bright blue eyes focused on the stranger. She polished off her drink before speaking.
“Sir, I welcome anyone in my establishment to take a load off and have a cold drink. However I do require that my patrons treat my property and employees with an air of respect and manners.”
She slid from her seat, straightening her skirt before making her way past the stranger. She felt a large hand take hold of her wrist tightly. Bulma looked over her shoulder with an icy glare.
“Aw now sweetie, don’t be like that? I didn’t mean any disrespect to you. Why don’t you keep me company?”
Bulma was spun around and pushed back up against the bar. The stranger pressed himself against her, she could feel his hardened arousal beneath his trousers. She looked up with an indignant glare into his empty black eyes. He lowered his face, threatening to make contact with her lips.
“Kakarot. Unhand the woman. You have to the count of 3 or you are dead. 1….”
The stranger let loose of Bulma, turning to face the entry way of bar. Her eyes landed on a muscular man, ebony hair reaching into the air like black fire. He wore white snake skin boots, snug worn jeans, dark blue long sleeved shirt, and a white vest. This new stranger held a large revolver, plated in gold and with an ivory handle.
The man apparently known as ‘Kakarot’ chuckled, “Look Vegeta I was just having a drink. I promised to come back into your such pleasant company.”
“3.”
Crimson sprayed into the air before the sound of thunder filled the air. Her eyes wide and in shock as the apparent criminal was fallen before her. The crumpled form of this Kakarot now was bleeding on her clean wood floor.
“God Damnit! You have just ruined my floor, stained with blood of that idiot.”
She stepped over the growing pool of blood to come face to face with this ‘Vegeta’. She cocked her hand back to land harsh slap across his cheek; he caught her wrist before landing a blow. His fiery black eyes burned into her core. Without breaking his gaze he ordered the bar keep to clean up the mess and start up a tab of the expenses.
“Show me to a room woman. I need to rest before hauling that worthless pile back.”
Bulma jerked her arm back from him and made her way up the stair well. She topped the stairs to glance back to the foot of the stairs to Vegeta.
“You coming your highness?”
He sauntered to the stairs and made his way up. He followed Bulma down a long corridor to a large room. She stood just in the entry waiting for him to say something.
He came to stand next to her not breaking the silence. Fed up with this situation she turned to leave, face to face with those fiery eyes. He took hold of her waist, pulling her in quickly to land a harsh kiss on her lips.
She parted her lips allowing him to overtake her mouth; he tasted like dirt, whiskey, and a hint of spice. Bulma released a moan into his throat, he quickly moved his hands up to the small of her back to rip apart the back of corset to expose her full breasts.
Vegeta quickly lifted the delicate woman to plant kisses and bites to her tender flesh. His tongue circled the pink crowns on her breasts, sucking upon them. Bulma dug her nails into scalp, her breath hitched and ragged with each subsequent touch. It all blurred together as she neared climax.
She found herself straddling his naked form, his calloused hands guiding her smooth rhythmic motions laying on the crests of her full hips. Bulma shuttered and screamed out in ecstasy as Vegeta thrust his hips upward. He rolled her beneath him, pinning her arms above her head as he hammered himself deeply into her blazing honey pot. Bulma wrapped her legs about Vegeta’s hard muscular waist, urging him to hasten his pace. His ferocity peaked, landing a deep kiss to her lips. In unison they peaked, he released himself deep into her as her back arched before they fell limp together.
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Bulma cracked her eyes open, yawning as she stretch her arms above her head. She sat up with a satisfied grin, “Now that was a good dream.”
I hope everyone has enjoyed this chapter! As always I appreciate anyone taking the time to read! Reviews, Rating always appreciated, as well as C&C! I do apologize for my obvious typos and misspelling that chapter. It can happen when wine gets involved! :D
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