Reversal

Reversal

By: Vegeta's Mate

A/N: Ok, just in case you didn't catch the meaning of the title... this fic is reversed...that means that instead of being a typical V/B it will be my own oddball version with some, I think, creative twists and turns.

Warnings: AU (no shite!), OOC'ness (snort), mention of male gratification and all around funny stuff....oh yeah and language...can't have a V/B with no bad words can we? lol

Disclaimer: If I did own DBZ I would probably use the profits to create a trans-dimensional gateway to their world so that I could wrest Vegeta away from his mate....and make him mine...MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

"...." words

'.....' thoughts

:":...:": flashback

Reversal : Chapter 1



'That damnable woman has gone and done it again! Who the hell does she think she is to shut down the Gravity Trainer!?' A growl left his throat as he stomped out of his 'newly repaired' gravity machine.

Muttering under his breath, the Prince of all Saiyans tore across the yard fanning out his senses intent on finding the one person he knew to have the audacity to turn off his machine; Bulma.

"WOMAN!" he yelled, knocking open the doors leading off of Bulma's balcony. "GET UP!"

The woman screamed and leapt from her bed, "What is it? Are Mom and Dad okay?" Her worried blue eyes tearing up as she rushed over to the speechless Saiyan clad only in a ratty old tee shirt that barely covered her firm backside.

Vegeta stared. Sure he had seen her roam around the house in less decent clothing, but that was only when she was trying to gain attention or she had a 'date' with the scarred moron. Now she looked down right yummy; her hair was mused and slightly frizzy from sleep, her skin still held the warmth from her bed, and she bounced....everywhere. Gone were the restricting undergarments that restrained those luscious breasts and, if his eyes did not deceive him, she wore no 'panties' as she called them. He could feel arousal burning in the pit of his stomach.

When Vegeta made no move to answer, Bulma frowned. "What the hell, Vegeta! You came barging in here like the world was ending and now you stare at me as if you have never seen a woman before! What the fuck!"

Her high pitched screech shook him from his reverie and his customary scowl claimed his face.

"Well it is not everyday that I have the misfortune of needing to bleach my eyes to get the image of you parading yourself around naked out of my head! The gods damned gravity machine is not working, FIX IT NOW!" With that he stormed from the room leaving a highly pissed off and slightly confused Bulma behind to stare at his retreating form.

"What crawled up his ass?" she muttered to herself as she gathered up some clothes and wandered down the hallway, intent on taking a shower.

'Damn that woman! Why does she always taunt me with her body?' An unconscious growl formed in his chest. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked down, the evidence of his arousal was plain for all to see and if he did happen to 'bump in to' the woman she would definitely see it. Another growl escaped him, "Shit."

Bulma hummed happily to herself as she walked down the hall, feeling the best she had in weeks. A small smile lit her face as she remembered Yamcha's words over the phone last night.

:":

Bulma had been bedding down for the night; her hair brushed until it gleamed, an old tee shirt of Goku's and a cup of chamomile tea, when the phone rang.

"Moshi moshi" she answered, curious as to who had called her private line at 4:30 in the morning.

"Hey babe, what ya up to?" came the response.

"About 5' 5", how about you Yamcha?" she giggled.

He laughed, "6' 2", maybe more, no really what are you doing?"

She had almost started teasing him before she remembered that they were 'taking a vacation from each other', "Not much, actually you caught me just before I fell asleep. What's up?"

He was quiet for a moment, "Do you want to go out for lunch tomorrow? Not like a date or anything," he quickly put in. "Just two old friends catching up a bit."

Bulma winced at the word 'old', she would never admit to being older than 20. "Sure, that sounds great. I know of this real great diner not too far from here, I have lunch with my dad every Friday and they have the best food."

"Sounds great, I'll pick you up at about eleven then. Oh and I really need to talk to you, it's kind of important. See you around eleven!" he hurriedly spat out before hanging up.

"Hmm, wonder what he wants to talk about?" she wondered aloud before shrugging and snuggling down in the warmth of her blankets.

:":

Bulma was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the soft noises coming from behind the bathroom door until she heard a deep moan.

Confused she blinked, and edged closer to the door, trying to identify who was in her bathroom.

A soft pleasure-filled groan caught her attention.

"Bulmaaaaahhh!"

She frowned before realization smashed in to her like a Mack truck; someone was in there jerking off and thinking about her!

A deep growl echoed softly in the bathroom, "damned woman...uhn!"

Mortification filled her as she realized exactly who was in there. Only one person could send shivers down her spine with his voice alone....Vegeta!

A small voice whispered all the things she could do to him with her mouth alone, how good she could make him feel, how delicious... Bulma smacked herself, "Stop thinking like that!"

Horror filled her as a strangled moan came from behind the door, "Woman get the hell out of here!"

She stood frozen as shuffling could be heard from inside, the knob turned and the door began to open.

"Hey Bulma! I thought you'd be ready by now!"

She turned and saw Yamcha coming down the hall towards her. Forcing away the images that had almost sprung to mind she rushed back to her room, "Yeah, I woke up late. Give me a minute."

Bulma trained her thoughts on what Yamcha could want to tell her, just to get the half formed images of Vegeta lost in the throes of ecstasy out of her head, as she hurried to dress and touch some lipstick to her full lips.

Horror and embarrassment warred in Vegeta's head, she had heard him. How long had she been standing just outside the door listening? How much did she hear? What was he supposed to do now? It was all fine and good to use her image to pleasure himself when the need got to be too much but to have had her hear him was unthinkable! Glaring down at the culprit he snarled, "Why the fuck did you have to get me caught!?" His needy erection seemed to smirk at him from his closed fist as if to say 'if you would hurry up and get fucked already we wouldn't be in this situation.'

With a growl Vegeta proceeded to finish his 'business' and stalk out of the bathroom. 'Damned dick always making me lower myself to this. If I wasn't so attached to the damned thing I'd cut the fucker off!'

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The diner was small and, it seemed, very popular. People were packed from wall to wall just waiting for tables to open up, many had ordered and stood with their meals balanced on their briefcases or whatever open section of counter was available.

Bulma looked dubiously at the crowded diner. Smirking secretly to herself, she elbowed her way passed the other customers and up to the counter. "Merry! Can I get a table?" Bulma had to yell to be heard over the crowd.

Yamcha looked at Bulma as if she had lost her mind, "Babe! I don't think there is a table anywhere in this place that isn't overwhelmed with people!"

A small woman with dark hair and light green eyes, wearing a uniform of some sort slid around the side of the counter and crooked her finger for Bulma to follow. "This way!"

Bulma grinned and tugged a surprised Yamcha along behind her as she followed the petite young woman through a set of doors and in to the working part to the restaurant. The woman set out menu's and forks on what looked like a break table of some kind and motioned for the two to sit down.

"What'll you have, Bulma?" Merry asked, ticket book in hand.

"Coffee and a glass of ice water, I'll have a Caesar salad and the usual please, Merry." Bulma answered, a coy smile on her pink lips.

"What about you, sugar?" Merry winked at Yamcha and grinned as he gave Bulma a nervous glance.

"Um, I'll have a uh...Crock-Cola, and whatever she is having, uh Mary." Yamcha stammered.

Merry laughed, "Not Mary you goof! It's Merry, you know like Merry Christmas?"

Yamcha nodded and smiled politely. "Merry, sorry."

"Oh, don't torment the poor dope Merry. He's looking like he's about to bolt as it is!" Bulma laughed at Yamcha's terror-filled eyes.

Merry winked again and went to place their orders, as she turned the corner she caught

Yamcha starring at her backside and laughed out loud when he blushed over being caught.

Bulma smiled after her friend then turned to look at Yamcha, "Well, spill whatever it is that you

felt you needed to tell me. I'm not getting any younger here."

Yamcha smiled nervously, "27 is not all that old, Bulma."

"We did not come here to discuss my age, Yamcha" she frowned. "Just tell me already!"

"Well, you see..." he stopped as Merry returned with their drinks and set them on the table.

Bulma sat back and waited patiently for Merry to leave.

"I'm, well...I'm getting married."

Bulma's eyes bulged out of their sockets and her jaw hit the table. "WHAT!? To who!?"

Yamcha stuttered around a bit before finally spitting out one name. "Mona Baxter."

Bulma stood, dropped some cash on the table and walked out of the restaurant, leaving

Yamcha to sit and stare at open space. "I'm sorry, Bulma."

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She felt numb. Anger didn't course through her veins, rage didn't darken her vision she was just numb. Never in a million years did she think that Yamcha would marry anyone but her, but it seemed that things were not working out like she had thought.

She walked the entire two miles from the diner back to Capsule Corporation on auto pilot, neither seeing where she was going nor caring. Walking through the front gates of C.C., she made her way to her lab still not fully aware of what was going on around her.

"You look even worse than usual woman, what happened; did your idiot finally let you catch him?" A superior smirk graced his face only to melt away when she didn't seem to hear him.

She continued her path across the yard with out deviation until she had reached the lab buildings, entered her pass-code and walked inside.

"What's her problem?" Vegeta groused as he went back to the Gravity Trainer. Upon stepping inside he remembered that the damned thing was 'on the blink' again and needed to be repaired.

Turning on his heel, Vegeta marched across the yard intent on dragging the seemingly sullen woman back out to fix it.

An old clunky air car, landed next to the Capsule Corp. main house and Yamcha leapt out. He hurried to the door and began furiously beating on the door. "BULMA! BULMA! I'M

SORRY! PLEASE TALK TO ME!" he yelled.

"She's not there, moron. She's in her lab, leave her alone I doubt she wants to see your ugly face." Vegeta announced, arms crossed over his chest intimidatingly.

Yamcha looked at the feisty prince, "Go jerk-off monkey boy!" and turned towards the labs.

Vegeta growled angrily and shot a ki blast at the offending idiot's ass. "Go fuck your whores, useless moron!"

Yamcha yelped in pain, "Damnit Vegeta, I don't have time for you now. Bulma is..is, I don't know, she just left. She didn't yell and scream like I thought she would, she just walked away! I have to talk to her!"

Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at the idiot in front of him, "What did you do? Did she find out about your whores?" A catty smile danced on his face.

Yamcha frowned and continued walking.

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She sat down at her work station and stared at the computer monitor without seeing it, her mind going over what Yamcha had told her.

'He's getting married? Since when has he had the time to date long enough for him to marry someone other than me? We've only been broken up for three months! '

She wondered over the name he had given her, knowing that it sounded familiar.

'Mona Baxter...I know that name from somewhere! Wait! Was it her name and number that I found in Yamcha's pocket, what was it, three years ago? That bastard! I gave him everything and he's been cheating on me for three years!? Oh hell no! Just wait until I give him a piece of my mind! I'll show him what it feels like to make a fool out of Bulma Briefs! '

She growled unconsciously, unknowing that Vegeta and Yamcha had come up behind her.

"See? I told you that she wouldn't want to see your ugly mug!" Vegeta laughed evilly.

"Bulma, I'm sorry. I should have broke it off between us well before now. I just couldn't stand to see you all alone!" Yamcha whined, edging closer to the still growling woman facing away from him.

"Get out." Her voice was deadly calm, never had Yamcha heard her use such a tone before and it frightened him.

"I'll call you in a few days, you know? Let you calm down a bit." Yamcha forced out, his voice cracking.

"No, you won't. If I ever see or hear from you again, you will not walk away intact." She still did not face the two males behind her.

Vegeta looked on, astonished at the utter malice in her voice; even he had trouble sounding like that!

Yamcha gulped audibly before turning tail and rushing out the door.

"What do you want Vegeta? Can't you see that I'm not exactly up for your shit right now?" Her voice had lost some of it's darkness now that the moron had fled.

"I need you to fix the Gravity Trainer...please." Vegeta choked out, never had he asked for something usually he would demand it. Right now did not seem to be the appropriate time for demands.

"Fine, give me a few minutes." she answered, finally turning to face him.

Her face was devoid of emotion, yet her eyes leaked tears of both fury and pain. Vegeta understood the feeling and left her to herself with out saying another word.

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Vegeta paced the gravity trainer like a caged animal, looking at the door every few minutes. "Where the fuck is she! It's been twenty fucking minutes for cripes sake!"

A few more minutes passed and still there was no sign of Bulma.

Constantly growling in frustration, Vegeta gave up his pacing to begin a round of sit-ups while facing the door and watching the door for Bulma to make her appearance.

The door slid open.

A toolbox, three capsule cases, and an array of wrenches were tossed through only to be followed in by an emotionless Bulma.

"About fucking time you showed up! What were you doing building some of those tools!?" He lost it, the arousing few moments in the woman's bedroom, then the mortification of having her listen outside the bathroom door, her return from wherever the scared moron had taken her, her strange mood, and her ever so slow appearance in the gravity room had built up and he would take no more. "FIX IT FUCKING NOW!"

Bulma stopped walking to look over her shoulder at him, "Shut up. This might take a while so go entertain yourself." Her voice neither rose nor changed pitch, it was as if her switch was in the 'off ' position.

Vegeta was shocked by the less than typical response. :':That idiot boyfriend of hers must have done something serious to effect her like this.:": Vegeta, being the tactful creature he is, covered his surprise with a hateful sneer.

"So you did find out about his whore. He's only been fucking her since before I left for space and you have just found out about her? Pity, I thought you said you were smart."

Bulma, who was under the control panel of the gravity trainer, froze. Her hands, which had stilled in their work with the delicate wires that operated the gravity drive, clenched. Before she knew what she was doing she tore the wires out of the console and began beating on the underside of the gravity drive with a wrench that had to come to her hand when she tossed the wires.

"BASTARD! THAT LOW-LIFE SCUM! HE PROMISED ME THAT WE'D BE TOGETHER FOREVER AND NOW I FIND OUT HE'S MARRYING SOME CRACK-WHORE INSTEAD!" Her anger was blind, her fury knew no bounds, and she was going to destroy something even if it killed her.

Vegeta smirked at her reaction, but when the gravity drive's control panel began flashing a warning his smirk vanished. "Woman, stop!" an alarm sounded

"COCKSUCKING, MOTHER-FUCKING, TWO-TIMING, SON-OF-A-BITCH!"

"Gods damnit, woman. I said STOP! YOU ARE FUCKING EVERYTHING UP!"

"What!" she yelled and craned her head out from under the panel she had just massacred.

"THE GODS DAMNED GRAVITY DRIVE HAS ACTIVATED ITSELF AND IS ABOUT TO FUCKING EXPLODE YOU MORON!"

Bulma's brows knitted in confusion for half a moment before her eyes widened and she scrambled to get out from beneath the now smoking and sparking console. Getting to her feet she rushed towards the door only to slip on one of the wrenches tossed haphazardly around the room. Vegeta caught her a moment before she crashed in to the floor.

"Hang on!" he yelled turning towards the door.

BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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So, how about that sweet little cliffy? I liked it...but now you have to wait for the next post to find out what happens next! I love being evil every now and again. 'evil grin'



Love you guys!

V.M.