Chapter 8

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ…none of us fanfic writers do…unless Akira Toriyama is actually one of us…

A/N – I’d like to thank Leah for encouraging me to write this chapter, it was an idea I had but wasn’t planning on writing it and Leah, even though she doesn’t read this fic, encouraged me to do it.

I’m going to answer some people’s questions:

This fic is a V/B but Bulma does have a one-night stand with a certain character – you’ll find out whom in this chapter. 2. Bulma does still love Vegeta, she’s just very hurt inside and still cut up about him giving her to Frieza – hey wouldn’t you be upset if you boyfriend handed you over to your worst enemy? Cooler does try to put a spanner in the V/B works, you’ll have to wait and see what he does to try to convince Bulma to stay. Chichi and Raditz…*giggles* Chichi does love Raditz and Raditz does love Chichi, but Chichi is stubborn and angry and very, very pregnant. In this chapter Chichi does something very…rash… Bulma and Cooler DON’T really like each other very much despite what goes on between them.

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Bulma stood on the threshold of her rooms and glanced over her shoulder at Cooler. “I’ll think about your proposal Cooler, but don’t expect an answer all that quickly.” She shut the door in his face and turned around to face Piccolo, “That was the worst car ride in history!”

Piccolo pointed a long green finger at Bulma and laughed. “You…and…Cooler…” he burst out laughing and Bulma turned away fuming.

“How was I to know he was going to ask me to marry him?” She glared at her carpet; “I wouldn’t have asked him to discuss his ‘question’ with me in the car in front of you if I’d known what he was going to do.”

Piccolo laughed harder.

Bulma fumed harder and glared at her green and pink companion. “Well I’m glad you find this funny.”

“It’s just that…you can’t seem to stop yourself…” he laughed again and paused in his speech. “I mean first you attract Vegeta – a killer, then you attract Frieza – a killer, and now Cooler wants to marry you? What is it about you that attracts these madmen?”

She tossed her blue hair and frowned at Piccolo. “I’ll have you know that that last comment was most offensive.”

“Sorry your royal Kiriness.” Piccolo howled with laughter. “You’re a regular madman magnet aren’t you? Some women attract good-looking guys, some attract nerds, but you Bulma Briefs attract psychotics! Well done!”

“Oh shut up.” Bulma turned away and walked towards her living room. “I don’t mean to keep getting entangled in all these messy relationships you know, it just happens.” Bulma paused as she reached the threshold of her living room, Frieza’s blood was splattered on the ground still and it finally hit Bulma like a ton of bricks.

Frieza was dead.

Her invincible Ice-jin King was dead.

Frieza was dead.

He was gone and this time he wasn’t coming back.

“Frieza…” Bulma sank to the carpet, a tear escaping down her cheek as she drew in a sobbing breath, “Oh God I got so caught up in my own pain and in Coolers proposal I forgot…you’re really gone…” A tear slid down her cheek, then another and another until Bulma was weeping in a way she hadn’t wept since she’d had to leave Trunks behind. It was ironic, Bulma though, that she’d been crying at the start of her relationship with Frieza and now that it was over she was crying again, but for a completely different reason.

The pain of Frieza’s death stabbed into her heart like a knife, he wasn’t even going to spend those endless nights with her again, was never going to complain to her about the cowardice of his men…he was dead. And once again Bulma was alone.

Slowly Bulma became aware that Piccolo was kneeling behind her and had taken her in his arms and was gently rubbing her back and whispering to her that it was going to be all right, that the pain would fade eventually. Bulma turned around and hugged Piccolo tighter, finding solace in his arms, resting her head on his shoulders and almost crawling into his lap to be closer to him.

Piccolo moved Bulma around so she was straddling his waist and held her against him, feeling the swell of her breast against his chest. Bulma breathed in Piccolo’s scent and very hesitantly she kissed his neck, Piccolo tensed and for a moment Bulma was terrified that he would reject her and that she’s be alone again, but then she felt his lips on her neck, and very slowly she let herself melt into Piccolo, she kissed her way up his neck, across his jaw line until she met his lips.

They kissed heatedly and passionately, Piccolo eased Bulma down until she was flat on the floor and he was above her, then very slowly, he kissed his way down her neck, he carefully undid the buttons of her shirt and kissed his way down her chest, Bulma moaned quietly and arched her back when he ran to unsure hands over her breasts,

“Yes…” she opened her eyes and gazed down into his. “No regrets over this Piccolo…we both need this.”

Piccolo nodded his head, she was right. They were best friends and would never have a serious relationship except friendship, if they were to be together it would only be for a night, but Piccolo knew that it would be a night to remember. “No regrets.” He ran his tongue around her belly button and came up to her breasts, gently licking a nipple through the lace of her bra; Bulma arched her back higher and moaned, her nails raking down his back.

She rolled over on top of him and tugged his shirt off, caressing the muscles there, bending to lick and suck her way down his chest; she reached his pants and stared wickedly up at him. “Do you have any surprises for me in your toy department?”

“Toy department?” Piccolo looked both puzzled and bemused.

Bulma giggled almost coyly and pointed down at his groin. “Anything I should know about down there?”

Piccolo smiled as he realised what she was talking about. “I’m equipped much the same way as a human or a saiyan male, although it is purely for pleasure, not for reproduction.”

“Kinky.” Bulma winked at him and slid her fingers along the waistband of his pants; she slowly pulled them off and slipped her eyes up to meet Piccolo’s as she took caressed his erect member. “You know it worries me that you have all the equipment of a male even though your entire race is male.”

Piccolo laughed again and pulled Bulma up his chest. “You and me both kid.” He slipped his hands up her waist and then followed the waistband of her pants till he found the buttons and began undoing them one at a time, and then he pushed Bulma back on the floor and slid her pants off, raising his eyebrows when he saw that she wasn’t wearing underwear. “Miss Bulma Briefs, you’re not living up to your name, no underwear? Shame on you!”

Piccolo gently traced his fingers up her body, tracing a pattern in the bite scars Frieza had given her years ago while she had still been Frieza’s slave. He pulled Bulma’s body beneath his and looked into her eyes as he gently thrust into her ready body, she moaned and pulled him down closer to her.

“Please…” Her voice was barely a whisper but the raw need drove Piccolo to move his body faster and harder into hers, until he felt that red-hot tension of pleasure that bordered on the edge of pain.

Beneath him Bulma cried out in ecstasy and a moment later Piccolo followed her over the edge, his body racked with waves of pure pleasure. When the pulsing pleasure had subsided Piccolo pulled himself off Bulma and lay down next to her, pulling her small, sweaty body against his as they both slowly fell into an exhausted sleep.

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Chichi started the space ship up and pressed the launch button, she looked out the window and was just in time to see the saiyan who had been guarding the launch pad come bolting out of the men’s room, his arms flailing wildly as he raced towards the pad as she took off. Chichi felt like laughing in joy, after all, she was free of them now. And yet she couldn’t bring herself to even smile.

It wasn’t leaving Raditz behind that was worrying her, or the effect that launching into space while she was pregnant might have on her child that was worrying her. Chichi was worried about Bulma. For the past two days she had been trying to get in touch with Bulma, but all those pompous ass’s on Planet Cold has told her was that Bulma was ‘unavailable’ - as was Frieza and Piccolo.

She knew something was wrong, and she was determined not to let Bulma go through it alone. Besides which, Frieza was the only one strong enough to protect her form the saiyans, and Chichi knew that when Raditz found out she’s bolted he’d be furious. She shook herself out of her thoughts and keyed in the co-ordinates for planet Cold.

If Raditz wanted her back, really wanted her back he’d have to come and beg her to return, he’d have to prove his love and he’s have to do it in a non violent way.

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