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Vegeta's Tail	By : MzD Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 5250 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Vegeta.... (sob), uh and Dragonball Z; but I'd like Vegeta if anyone can spare him . . .

Chapter 9

Bulma's Plotting Again
Bulma sat at the kitchen table. She was thinking hard on how to get advantage of Vegeta. He was a whole lot stronger than her. There was no way she could get stronger, not in such a short amount of time. There was no way she was changing her body to match his strength and even then she couldn't beat him in a fight. She'd just have to find a way of sapping his strength. She hit her head lightly. 'Think, think, think, think.' The background noise of Vegeta snoring made her pause. He was still sleeping.
'He's been sleeping in quite a bit.' Bulma thought. 'Perhaps I could...' Bulma stopped herself. It wouldn't be the same if she took advantage to him sleeping. She wanted him to suffer in a strange ecstasy/anger that he'd done to her. Plus there was a chance he would wake and take the advantage, she would still be defenceless against him.
There was a chapping on her door and her mother and son entered.
"Coooeee!" Mrs. Briefs cheered carrying the little one in her arms.
"Mommy!" Trunks cried and he reached out towards her after breaking free from Mrs. Briefs' hug.
"He's getting really strong." Said Mrs. Briefs. "I had trouble holding him."
"That's all down to his warrior father." Bulma sighed picking up her son.
"Did everything go okay last night." Mrs Briefs sniggered while nudging and winking at her.
"Fine." Bulma said through gritted teeth. She didn't really want to talk about her sex life with her mother of all people.
"You look absolutely ravishing with afterglow." Mrs. Briefs simpered. Bulma frowned and felt her cheeks deepen their blush.
"Stop it." She hissed.
"So what are you going to feed Vegeta tonight with?" Mrs. Briefs asked.
"Knowing me, more poison." Bulma sulked.
"I did try to teach you when you were younger." Mrs. Briefs said. "You were too interested in your father's inventions."
"I've actually got a plan." Bulma said quietly, hoping Vegeta was still asleep. "I can't tell you in case somebody's overhears."
"I'm sure you'll do fine." Mrs. Briefs said. "Is your handsome husband sleeping?"
Her mother moved towards the bedroom. Bulma tried to get in between her and the bedroom door.
"What do you think you're doing?" Bulma snapped.
"I was just going to see if he was asleep." Mrs. Briefs said trying to look innocent.
"You just wanted to see if he was naked in bed!" Bulma accused her.
"Oh my, naked!" Mrs. Briefs said fanning herself from getting too hot. Bulma began pushing her to the exit.
"I'll speak to you later." Bulma said. "I have a huge favour to ask."
"Whatever it is dear, I'm sure I can help you and Vegeta." She cried as she was chucked outside.
"She is a complete flirt!" Bulma said to Trunks. He just giggled. "Are you coming to the lab to help your Mommy?" She asked him. He grabbed her fingers and squeezed. Bulma could feel the strength in the squeeze. "Whoa! Someone is going to need training pretty soon." She said impressed.
She walked out to her laboratory. She could hear the hammering and welding. The servbots she'd set up to make the space craft were busy night and day. Bulma admired the ship from the doorway. It was finally taking shape. The shell had almost been completed and it just needed all the electronics and interior. "Only thing that would be missing is you." Bulma said tickling Trunks.
"I told you Trunks shouldn't go." Her father said behind her.
"Oh Daddy!" Bulma yelped. "Been taking up stalking lessons from Vegeta?"
Dr. Briefs chuckled and took Trunks up in his arms "I was just keeping an eye on the construction." He explained. "Do you always talk to yourself?"
"I was talking to Trunks." Bulma huffed. "He's starting to talk like a 2 year old."
"You were the same." Dr. Briefs said giving the boy some admirable looks.
"I think we might be going after Trunks' first birthday." Bulma said.
"That soon?" Dr. Briefs questioned. "But your mother said you had to cook meals first. I thought that would take longer, hot pockets are not real food you know."
"I've worked out how to get around that." Bulma said slyly. They stood for a second watching as Trunks tried to grab Kitty off Dr. Brief's back.
"I'm sure you do." Her father said eventually. He handed Trunks back and rescued his small cat. "Actually I was hoping to see you today."
"Really what about a meeting?" Bulma asked in a business tone.
"I've actually invented something in the chemical lab." Dr. Briefs answered. "I've no idea what to do with it. I was hoping you'd have a look at it with me."
"Sure." Bulma said. "I'll come by in a few hours. I want to get started on the core engine." She waved as her Dad toddled out in his slippers. Trunks was placed into his strengthened play pen and Bulma gave him a toy cat. Trunks gave her a stare.
"Sorry but the real thing scratches back." Bulma tried to explain.
"Scratch."
"Yes that's his name." Bulma giggled. "Scratch likes Granpa best." She sometimes wondered if her Dad preferred his cat best out of everyone. She shook her head from such thoughts and went back to her mess of metal and cogs. The Engine took her mind from her current worries and she soon got stuck into her project. Machines were so much easier than food to work with.
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Vegeta sat alone in the kitchen. Bulma had left him some breakfast instructions. The capsule in his hand held his food. His stomach grumbled for him to open it. While his head was yelling at him to test it for poison first. The capsule popped open and a large pancake breakfast appeared in the cloud. He took a fork full and sniffed it. It smelt fine, it appeared to be a little charred. Vegeta took a deep breath and took a mouthful. He chewed and swallowed without choking. There was a small crunch from an egg shell but it was nothing compared to last night's debacle.
Vegeta shrugged and began shoveling it into his mouth. 'I think I should count this as one of her meals.' He thought. 'The sooner I get my meals the sooner I get my tail.' As he finished the pancakes. The idea had been settled in his mind. He was going to put down any meal as counting in the deal. He carried on to the gravity chamber. Unaware of Bulma plotting in her lab.
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A few hours later and Bulma had come to visit her Dad's lab. When she saw what her father had invented she knew revenge would soon be hers.
"Mwha ha ha haaa!" She cackled as she held up the beaker. "Your ass is mine Vegeta."
"Dear what did I say about talking to yourself?" Dr. Briefs scolded.
"Sorry Dad." Bulma said the evil smirk still on her face. "It's just I know exactly what to do with this stuff." She ran out the room before her dad could question her.
"I really don't know where she gets it from." Dr. Briefs said to himself.
Bulma skidded into her own lab. The precious chemical mixture clutched to her chest.
Trunks gave her a wary eye from his play pen. His Mom was acting funny. Bulma began mixing a few solvents together. She scooped a small spatula of the chemical X onto a petri dish. She then added her solvent mix with her pipette. Bulma watch as her experiment occurred as she expected. She checked it off her notes and scribbled a smiley face with devil horns on it. She began laughing again. She picked up her phone and dialled directory inquiries.
"How may I help you." Said the mechanical voice. "Yes can I get the number for West City zoo please." Bulma got out her notepad and began humming. Her revenge was getting sweeter by the second.
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Vegeta stopped his shadow boxing for a few seconds. He swore he'd felt a cold shiver. As if someone had walked over his grave. It was a familiar feeling to him and recently it had all involved her.
'I bet it's the woman.' He thought. 'Unfortunately for her, there is nothing she can do to one of the strongest warriors.' He smirked, now confident in his own abilities. He had reached the height of Super Saiyan and beyond. It was part of his current pride and he wished to continue pushing himself further. Vegeta returned to his training. All thoughts of danger faded as he got lost in his moves.
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Bulma ran past the gravity Chamber. She hoped Vegeta wouldn't notice what she was doing. She carefully carried a package into her house. She put them down in her bedroom. Trunks was on her back. He had remained quiet all afternoon. His mother was starting to scare him. The intercom buzzed into life.
"Bulma dear are you there?" It was her mother. Bulma pressed a button and answered.
"I'm in my house just now."
"There's a nice man from the zoo to see you." She said.
"I'll be right there." Bulma said. She jogged out the door desperate for her plan to work. It all hinged on this very important ingredient.
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Vegeta paused for a rest. He'd seen Bulma run past in a hurry. Now she was running towards her parents house.
'Most likely to get her mother to do the cooking.' He thought. 'I shall ignore her. I don't need to think about her till tonight when I have to assert my dominance again.'
For a moment he was lost in the memories of Bulma submitting to him. She had lasted a long time. If it had been any other female they would have buckled sooner. Bulma had shown her true strength in spirit.
'She is not use to being mastered.* He smirked He sat down cross legged thinking about her. He was proud of her in his own way. He was woken from his thoughts by his clock beeping. It was half past five. He hadn't realised how long he had been daydreaming or should he say meditating.
'Time for my meal torture.' Vegeta stood up and left for his house. He entered it expecting to find more smoke like last time. Except this time there was a meal on the table that smelt good, looked good and didn't seem to be made by Bulma's hand. Bulma stood by the table looking nervous.
Trunks was in his high chair. He seemed a little withdrawn and quiet. Vegeta's inner alarm bells were ringing.
"What have you done?" He asked suspiciously.
"Why would I have done something." Bulma said grinning and with a large sweat drop. Vegeta looked towards the kitchen, he could see containers and bags. The meal was obviously a take away and not made by her.
*So that's her game.* Vegeta thought. 'I shall ignore it. At least I'll get a decent meal tonight. I'll call her out on it when I'm done.'
He sat down and picked up his fork. "Are you eating too?" He said.
Bulma quickly sat down and drew her smaller plate towards her. Trunks also had a plate of similar food. He was eating with his hands.
"How was your day training?" Bulma asked merely making small talk.
"The same as it always is." Vegeta said. "Though I did have a woman rushing past like there was a fire distracting me."
He watched her face react calmly to his comment. "I had a break through in on my my experiments." She said shrugging. "The space craft is taking shape and my Dad found a new chemical substance, want to hear about it?"
Vegeta didn't answer her. He was eating and it was rude to talk with your mouth full.
"Fine, I get it, no small talk." Bulma ate slowly, keeping her eyes on Vegeta. She didn't have time to hide the carry out bags.Though Vegeta had obviously seen them he wasn't making a fuss.
'I really hope this works.' She thought painfully watching each mouthful of Vegeta's meal. He had almost finished when he had to stop. Dots had appeared in front of his eyes.
"Wha's going on?" He slurred. He sounded drunk. He tried to focus on Bulma but she was starting to blur in his vision.
"It's the only way." Bulma said. "I am not to be dominated." She added staring at Vegeta.
Trunks had begun to cry. Bulma picked him up and tried to calm him. Vegeta shot up out of his seat. He was sure Bulma had drugged him. He tried to say something nasty to her but he toppled onto the table flipping it up and he landed with a crash onto the floor.
"Wow, stage 1 of my plan worked." Said Bulma amazed at his reaction to the elephant sedative. "Now for stage 2 and 3." She put the now calm Trunks back in his high chair and began dragging Vegeta to the bedroom with some help of her servebots.

Author's Note: Oops, Bulma and I have been evil. Bulma has drugged our precious Vegeta and I've given you a cliff-hanger! That is truly evil!
Next chapter we will see Bulma's revenge and what lies in store for Vegeta. I'll give you a hint there's a very strong citrus element involved.
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