Chapter 11

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"Bulma, mail for you!" the older Briefs woman called out. "At least I think it's for you. It's addressed to a Mrs. Bulma Vegeta."

"Bulma Vegeta?" Bulma took the large envelope from her mother. "Who would know that Vegeta lives here? Maybe I should wait to open it with him."

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"It's the picture of Vegeta and me at the Moonie Carnival. I had forgotten about that. We don't look half bad." She handed her mother the photo as she examined the envelope for more contents.

There stood the two in white robes, Vegeta without his scowl, and Bulma, her usual attractive self, holding onto the Saiyan's arm. "It's beautiful, Honey. If I didn't know better, I would think that this is a marriage photograph."

Mrs. Briefs repeated herself, but received no response. Opening her eyes, she saw a blank wall. Muffled babbling came from the floor. Her only child was sprawled face down. The blonde nudged her daughter with her big toe and tipped the body over with her foot.

Except for one large, red welt on her forehead, Bulma appeared a paler shade of white. Remaining supine, she held up a piece of paper and read, her lips moving silently with the printed words. The genius pinched her cheek and felt nothing, her head apparently still numb from the impact with the floor. Since pinching had been ineffective, Bulma resorted to the next best thing. Raising her fist high in the air, she dropped it down with as much force as she could muster.

"Yeowch!!" The woman's eyes popped wide as she clutched her injured foot and hopped around on one leg. "Bulma, Dear, that hurt!" her mother admonished.

"So, it isn't a dream. I can't believe this. We're married," Bulma said quietly. She reread the certificate.

"Oh, Bulma! That's wonderful. Why didn't you tell us?" Mrs. Briefs leaned against the wall and massaged her bruised foot.

"I didn't know." Bulma gripped the back of the couch and hoisted herself up from the floor. "Vegeta, me, married. Married to each other."

She gazed adoringly at the most wonderful photograph in the world before placing it and the certificate back into the envelope. The newlywed hugged the precious articles to her chest. "The man who shares a bed with me and I are married. The man I love and I are married," sang her giddy mind.

"WE'RE MARRIED!" She grabbed her mother's hands and did the happy dance.

"I'm so happy for you two. Since you've been sleeping together, this makes it all legitimate." Mrs. Briefs gave her daughter a knowing wink.

...Sleeping together... Bulma's brows furrowed. The dancing slowed to stomps. True, the Saiyan did admit to finding her physically attractive, but as far as she knew, he showed no inclination to do anything other than share a bed and sleep. Even though she often woke snuggled against him, his contacts had been absolutely chaste. No touches to be misconstrued. Not even a glance. "I wonder if he had even thought about it," she mused aloud.

"Thought about what, Dear?" her mother inquired.

"Uh, nothing, Mom."

"Well, Dear, I'll go congratulate Vegeta."

Bulma lunged and grasped her mother about the ankles, unceremoniously introducing the blonde to the familiar floor. "Mom, wait. I don't think that Vegeta knows about this, and I'd like to be the one to tell him." She dusted off her mother's knees and face. "After all, I am his wife." She liked the sound of that. "And tell Dad to keep it a secret, too. We don't know what a surprised Saiyan is capable of doing." The genius pictured a pint-sized juggernaut hovering above the dust that was Capsule Corporation.

"Whatever you want, Dear. I can't get over it. My baby and that nice Vegeta. Tee hee." Mrs. Briefs hobbled off to tell her husband the good news.

"Married. I can't believe it," Bulma giggled.

"Who's married?"

"GAAHH! Vegeta!" She clutched her chest. Her heart thundered wildly. "Don't sneak up on me like that. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

He noticed that the Woman had specks of dirt and a lump on her forehead. "I did not sneak. If you had not been sitting there daydreaming, then you would have heard me. Now what were you muttering about? Did one of those losers finally get a woman?"

"No!" She thought quickly. "I just meant that my parents have been married for years, and I can't believe how long that it's lasted."

As the Saiyan turned away, he caught Bulma chewing on her index finger, looking thoughtful.

"I will be training the unworthy disciple today. You may do maintenance on the gravity pod."

"Yes, Dear," she replied absently.

Vegeta stopped in mid-step. "What did you say?"

"I said, I hear!"

Capsule Corp. rumbled from a small explosion, the source coming from her father's lab. "I guess Dad just found out about us."

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Night and morning passed uneventfully, as usual. Bulma nodded with conviction. She would find out today.

She chased after him. "Vegeta, wait! I wrote a story and I need an honest opinion." She waved a sheaf of papers in front of him.

"Go ask the old woman. I have no time for this."

"Mom's already read it, but I don't trust her opinion. She likes everything about me. I need an intelligent, objective review."

He took the papers from her hand.

"Now, read it out loud. I want to hear how it sounds when someone else reads my work."

The Saiyan prince began, his voice a confident monotone:

'Her naked body glistened in the moonlight. He smiled in anticipation as she crawled toward him. Her flesh burned a slow, fiery path from his thighs to his chest as her body glided smoothly over his.

She hovered above him and licked at his parted lips. He arched toward her, but she pulled away and pushed him down into the pillows. "Oh, no you don't," she teased. "I am the one in control tonight."'

Vegeta broke from the story. "What is this?"

"Don't stop, Vegeta. Your voice is so dramatic, so masculine."

He continued:

'Grabbing his wrists, she pinned them to the side. Her wetness brushed lightly against his length. He shivered from the contact and bucked up against her.

"Not yet, my impatient one," she hissed. She dipped her torso, arcing her back and positioning her breasts above his face. The tantalizing nipples lightly caressed his lips. He closed his mouth around one delicious nub. Bloom's groan shattered his control. He roughly grabbed her hips and...'

The Saiyan's voice faltered as his eyes further roamed the page. "Vega penetrated her WHAT?!"

Bulma looked up. "Twat? I wouldn't be so vulgar as to write that." She grabbed the paper and scanned it. Breathing a sigh of relief, she shoved it back into his hand and up toward his face.

His masticators stood out in ridges. His teeth could crack bones.

The door opened. "Hi, Bulma. Hey, Vege--" The ex-bandit took in the scene. Before him stood the Saiyan prince, clutching some papers in a death grip and seeming about ready to explode. And there was his ex- girlfriend, bent over and eyeing the Saiyan's, ahem, nether region. Yamcha backed out and shut the door quietly. "I do not want to know."

Vegeta lowered the papers and saw blue curls. "Woman, what are you looking at?"

Bulma raised her eyes without moving the rest of her body. "Heh, heh. I was seeing if my story had any effect on you. You know, a good romance writer needs to know that she's doing it right. Heh, heh."

He placed an index finger underneath her chin and raised her until they were eye to eye. "Woman, why did you have me read that?" His voice was dangerously calm.

"Umm, I wanted to see if my story appeals to a male audience," she squeaked half-questioningly.

The papers lit up like a Roman candle and the charred remains floated to the floor. "It does not."

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Yamcha opened an eye to peek at his training partner. The two warriors should be meditating, but the Saiyan obviously had other things on his mind. Muttered curses and growls disrupted the supposed tranquillity.

Damn that Woman. The story, the Woman's eyes, her words all wreaked havoc with his concentration. He cursed again.

"Weakling, we begin training now."

Yamcha hesitated. "Uh, Vegeta, I really hurt myself the last time we sparred. Yeah. Why don't we skip today, and you go train in the gravity chamber. Yeah. I think that would be for the best."

Vegeta scowled at him. "Fine, Weakling." The Saiyan gave Yamcha a shove as he walked past the human.

The scarred warrior extricated himself from the Yamcha-shaped hole in the building's wall. Thankful that nothing was broken, he began his kata. "Man, what a jerk!" Puar nodded in agreement.

The mighty Saiyan flipped, punched, tumbled. His graceful movements belied the jumbled thoughts in his mind. "Stupid Woman, having me read filth." He replayed the narrative and let loose a ki ball. "Such stupid, insipid names. Bloom and Vega. Blooming idiot. And Vega, pfft ... Blooma, Vega ...Bulma ... Vege...!"

BOOM!!!!

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