Let\'s Have A Little Fun

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Chapter 8: Bulma’s Plan

Vegeta sat there with Bulma laying across his lap supported by his left arm. Gently he began to shake her.


“Wake up, woman. Wake up.”


Bulma slowly began to come to. She tried to look around the room but could
not focus. She blinked a few times and now was able to make things out a
little better. She looked up to see Vegeta looking down at her.


“Where am I? What happened?

“What do you remember?”

“All I can remember is having a dream where I became half Saiyan.”

“That was no dream, woman.”

“Help me up, please,” she asked.

Vegeta helped her to her feet. She then went back into the bathroom. There
she saw the same thing as before. “So it is true.” She studied her new features
closely in the mirror. Turning around she raised her shirt to look at her
tail or at least the start of one. Even though it was really just a furry
patch, she had a feeling that would change. “Damn, I can’t tell what color
it is.” Reaching behind her back, she managed to run her fingers across it.
“Wow, it’s just as soft as yours, Vegeta.” There was also a very distinct
erotic feeling that transmitted throughout her entire body. She thought to
herself, ‘Now I know what he meant.’ The scientific genius was showing in
her. She had always wanted to know what made Saiyans tick. What br war way
than with first hand experience.


“Damn it. What color is it?” She twisted and turned trying to see it better.
“ Vegeta do me a favor and tell me what color this thing is.”

Hesitantly, Vegeta approached her. Already he could sense a desire building
within himself. He would have to work hard to control it. He knelt down behind
her, placing one hand against her lower back and using his other hand he
ran his fingers across the silky, soft fur. Bulma reached out her arms and
placed her hands against the wall as if to brace herself. It felt like electricity
running through her. He continued looking a little longer until she banged
her fists against the wall and let out a small growl.


“What, unh, color, unh is it?,” Bulma panted.

Vegeta stood slowly, allowing his body to *feel* hers as he made his way
, he slid his hands up her sides, half catching her shirt as he did. He all
on
one of his arms to wrap around her waist, pulling her tight against him.
He put his lips up to her ear, allowing his warm breath to tickle the sensitive
lobe and whispered, “Looks brown, maybe a little blue in there too.” Bulma
was pushing against his growing erection. With his free hand he lowered his
shorts just enough to release himself. Without removing her panties, he merely
moved the crotch out of the way and slid himself into her.


“NOW, I WANT IT NOW!!!,” cried Bulma arching her back wantingly towards him.


Vegeta slammed in and out of her with her meeting his rhythmic timing.


“Wo..man….your…going…to be….the….death….of….me!”


“Oh, Oh, OH,…… VEGEETTAAA!!!!”


Her orgasm hit her, sending an electric current throughout her body. Her
inner muscles tightened around him so much, it instantly sent him into his.


Once they had got control of themselves, Bulma turned and nipped at his
ear. Vegeta smirked and was going to leave when her voice stopped him.


“Vegeta, I don’t want anyone to know about what is happening to me, not just yet.”

“It’s kind of obvious, woman.”

“I’ll just tell everyone that I decided to have a makeover done and I
also purchased some of those new contacts that change the color of your eyes.”

“Whatever, they won’t hear it from me.”

Vegeta then went back down to finish his breakfast. Bulma hurriedly took
her shower and dressed. ‘Now to do something with this hair,’ she thought.
The length hung down to her shoulders. There were a few spiky bangs and thanks
to a certain Saiyan Prince’s genetic makeup, the top of her hair now stood
in small spikes. It actually looked quiet beautiful. ‘Guess that will just
hao doo do,’ she thought.

Dr. Briefs and Vegeta were sitting at the table eating. Vegeta had several
plates left to finish. Mrs. Briefs was doing this and that about the kitchen.
They all turned when they heard Bulma bouncing happily down the stairs.

“Morning, mom. Hi, dad.” She just gave a lustful look at Vegeta.

“Oh, dear. Have you gone and had a makeover and didn’t invite me to go?,” asked her mother.

“Well, I kinda wanted o beo be a surprise. What do ya think?,” Bulma said turning back and forth modeling for them.

Her mother studied her for a second and said, “I like it. Never did like
you having to get curly perms to give your hair extra body.”

“How about you dad?”

“Well, dear, whatever makes you happy.”

Mrs. Briefs stood glaring at Vegeta. “What about you young man, don’t you have any thing to say?”

“Ugh, yeah, it looks ok I guess.” Vegeta was slightly taken aback by the
elder Briefs woman. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was the best cook
in the house, he would have blasted her.


“Man, I’m starving,” said Bulma.

“There’s some fruit on the counter, dear,” said Mrs. Briefs.

But Bulma had already eyed a piece of bacon on one of Vegeta’s plates. Vegeta was keen to her whiley ways.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about what?,” she said innocently.

Then she reached over and grabbed it.

“Give it back.”

“No.”

Bulma leaned her head back and took the piece of meat and suggestively
slid it into her mouth. Raising her head back up while she chewed, she looked
naughtily at Vegeta and ran her tongue across her lips. “Um, Um, Um. That
was good, got any more?”


Vegeta was in shock. ‘First off, she just took my food then she TOOK MY
FOOD!!.’ “Damn it woman, get your own food. Keep your greedy paws off of
mine.” He didn’t waste any time in finishing up his meal.
Her mother looked at her strangely. ‘Guess she’s decided to try something different this morning.’

“Dad, I’m going to be in my lab all day today if you need me.”

“Got something you need help with?,” asked her father.


“No, just have a project I’m working on. I’ll be sure to call you if I need help.”


Vegeta looked questionly at her. ‘What kind of project could she be working on now.’


Bulma excused herself from the table. As she passed by Vegeta, she stopped
and leaned over to his ear, “Thanks for letting me have a piece this morning.
It was very, very good.” Before Vegeta could grab her, she ran off laughing.



‘Little wench, we’ll see who has the last laugh.’ Vegeta stood and made his way to resume his training.


Bulma sat at her desk in her own personal lab. She was drawing out plans
for some sort of machine. ‘Let’s see, if I remember correctly it looked something
like this,’ Bulma began drawing a picture. ‘There were controls here and
tubes. Now all I need is the materials.’ During the last months, while Bulma
had been making her decision regarding the seduction of one said Saiyan Prince,
the thought kept entering her mind about her possibly not surviving. Being
the genius that she was, she had remember a machine that Goku had been placed
in on Namek when he had been hurt very badly. She thought that for someone
of her intelligence, it shouldn’t be too hard to build. And now in light
of the current events it was something she had to build. The only difference
would be it would hold up to two people in their own healing environment.
Another thing she had been contemplating was to build her own house. It was
becoming more and more difficult to fight the attraction she held for Vegeta.
A good example was their unplanned encounter this morning. She became hot
just recalling how he took her. ‘Guess we can call that a quickie,’ she thought
giggling to herself. Anyway, she was worried about her parents. She didn’t
want them to become uncomfortable with the situation. ‘Hmm, it would need
to be sound proof. I’d really like to decorate in the colors of the planet
Vegetasei but getting Vegeta to talk about his home planet may be difficult.
Well, nothing with him has been easy so far so why should it start now.’
She fumbled through more papers on her desk until she found the list of materials
for the regeneration tank, ‘Better start finding all of this.’


She shifted a little in her chair. She was finding it a little uncomfortable
to sit the longer the day went on. ‘Must be the area where that tail is trying
to grow. She reached around to try and rub the soss oss out and felt something
furry sticking out from her waistband. ‘Oh, this is great. This is just great.
Now how am I going to hide this?,’ she thought. For the time being, she untucked
her shirt and headed off on her mission.


Vegeta had been training since breakfast. He had worked through lunch
and now was fast approaching diner time. He was most graceful to watch. Throwing
punches and kicks. Then he’d jab and throw in a roundhouse kick. Alternating
over and over until he’d finally exhausted himself. He sat in the middle
of the GR. Taking deep breathes, trying to calm himself. He began to relax,
and with that his mind started to wander back to the other night when he
had told Bulma about the bite and the legend and such. He did not go into
great detail at that time when explaining how all of this could have been
possible. He remembered back to his childhood, before Frieza and the Kold
empire. How not one Saiyan would ever dare to take a mate of other upbringing,
especially a royal elite. However, when Frieza took control, the Saiyan King
knew he could not be trusted. The King secretly had their scientists devise
a way in which the Saiyan people could survive. They came up with a way to
genetically alter a male Saiyan. If the unthinkable were to happen, and Frieza
were to purge the planet Vegetasei, then as long as the one male survived
so shall the race, be it only in a half breed. The decision as to who would
be implanted with the altered genes took care of itself when Frieza demanded
the King to hand over his son. The one sure way to guarantee survival would
be to have one of their own as one of Frieza’s right hand men. Vegeta recalled
his father coming to him the night before he was to leave. He carried with
him a heavy heart. He sat with his young son and explained to him why things
were the way they were. He made sure Vegeta understood the importance of
him gaining Frieza’s trust so that in hopes someday he would rise to that
which had been prophesized. He would achieve the legendary status and defeat
Frieza. He would restore honor once again to the Saiyan name. ’Too bad father,
it was only a myth,’ Vegeta said shaking his head. ‘It took a mere third
class clown to gain the status and defeat the almighty Frieza.’ Vegeta stood
and walked over to a window where he gazed up into the sky, ‘I will still
restore our honor and rebuild our race.’ And in a whisper he said, “I will
gain that which Kakarott has not, I will surpass the legendary.”


A/N: That was a difficult chapter to write. Not sure if I’m totally happy with it. Hope ya like.
Thanks for the many reviews. See ya next chappie.