Chapter 6

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The warrior ceased punching when he felt a premonition -- trouble. And trouble was walking hand in hand with his blue-haired housemate. He just knew it. "What could she possibly do? She is too weak to harm me," he reasoned. He banished any further nagging thoughts and resumed his training.

Bulma's face appeared on the vid-com. "Hey, Vegeta. I've got your routine down. Four days of training, one day to recuperate. You're taking the day off to rest tomorrow, right? Let's go to the beach."

He performed multiple flips in quick succession and launched himself off of the wall. He ignored her.

"Hey! Did you hear me?" she yelled.

"Get the loser or your parents to go with you."

"Yamcha's taking Puar to the vet. Dad has work, and Mom won't go anywhere without him. Come on. I want to show off my new bathing suit. I even bought a pair of swimming trunks for you."

"Leave me alone!"

"Then you give me no choice. I asked nicely, but, nooo, you had to be rude."

The hum in the gravity room slowed, eventually becoming a series of clicks. "Woman, I demand that you turn the gravity back on this instant!"

"Not until you agree to go with me to the beach."

"Go by yourself."

"I don't want to. It's no fun to go alone. Agree with me and I won't disturb you anymore." Well, a woman did have the prerogative to change her mind. "Do it!"

"Fine," he growled.

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Vegeta, dressed in his new dark blue swim trunks and a Hawaiian shirt, waited for the Woman. She came bounding down the stairs in a pink sundress cover-up.

"Woo-hoo. I'm so excited. I haven't been to the beach in ages," she gushed.

"Are you ready to go, Woman?"

"Yup. Just let me encapsulate the picnic basket." She looked down at his feet. "This is the first time that I've ever seen your feet. They look nice in those flip-flops. Glad to see that you trim your toenails."

He cast his eyes downward. "Yes, I must admit, I do look good in the thongs."

Bulma raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "Man, what an ego," she thought. "He's proud of his own two feet."

They rode in her car because she insisted on taking the scenic route. Once at the beach, Bulma pulled out her capsules and set up their area.

"Now, to get some color on this body," she sighed. The beauty slipped the sundress off to reveal a most flattering red halter-top bikini with matching teeny bottom. Vegeta's eyes grazed her entire form.

"Do you think that I'm gorgeous?" she asked haughtily. Gohan, the cute little boy, had told her about Vegeta's comment when they were on Namek.

"Yes," he answered honestly. The Saiyan prince had never denied her attractiveness. He had just never mentioned it. Bulma beamed brighter than the sun. "Unfortunately, you come attached with that mouth."

"You are such an adolescent jerk!"

Vegeta only smirked and took off his shirt. "Do you think that I'm gorgeous?" he mocked her.

"I've seen better," she lied.

"Oh, really?" He quirked an eyebrow. Bulma watched in horrific fascination as he unbuttoned his swim-trunks and let them drop to the ground. Stepping out of them, he kicked the shorts to her feet.

"Great dragonballs, I've died and gone to Chippendale's heaven!" her mind silently screamed.

There stood her resident Saiyan, wearing nothing but the undergarment that she had placed in his dresser the other night. Vegeta watched with amusement as drool slowly crept out from the corner of the Woman's mouth.

"Like what you see now, Woman?"

HOT DAMN, YEAH!!! flashed in neon across her brain. Her mouth hung slack, emitting gurgling and panting noises.

"BUL-ma?" Vegeta waved his hand in front of her face.

"Hey, Bulma! I thought I recognized that wild hairdo of yours," a familiar voice called.

Bulma awoke from her trance and turned around to see Goku, in green swim trunks and T-shirt, walking toward them. Chi-Chi looked quite lovely in her purple one-piece tank with lime sarong. Gohan dressed like his father.

The prince, also recognizing that irritatingly jovial voice, turned his royal back to the third class warrior and his family.

"OhMyKais! Vegeta!" Goku screamed and lunged back at Chi-Chi.

"Goku, let go of me!" Chi-Chi shrieked. "Stop covering my eyes. I want to see Bulma in her new bathing suit." Chi-Chi desperately clawed at the hand her husband had wrapped over her eyes.

"Chi-Chi, Vegeta's here. And he's not umm, ah... umm appropriate."

"I don't care what he's wearing. We're at the beach. Everyone's half- naked anyway. Surely you're not jealous of him?"

"Heck, no!" Goku insisted. "It's just that I know how proper you are, Chi- Chi."

"Hi, Vegeta," Gohan politely greeted. "Umm, that's... umm... black suits you."

Vegeta glared at the boy. What was this kid, a saint?

"It's midnight blue," Bulma corrected.

"Jeez, Vegeta. I knew you were daring, but that's a bit much. Actually, it's a bit too little. Where'd you get the nerve to buy that, anyway?"

"The Woman purchased it for me," Vegeta replied and noticed with complete satisfaction that the Woman's blush matched the color of her bikini.

"What? What is Vegeta wearing? A Speedo? That's no big deal," Chi-Chi declared, still trying to remove Goku's hands from her eyes.

"Mom, it's a thong."

Mrs. Son fainted.

Goku caught her before she hit the sand. Within seconds, Chi-Chi stirred. "Goku, this heat must be affecting my hearing. I thought that Gohan said that Vegeta..." she turned her head and took a glance at the prince. Chi- Chi passed out again.

"I guess I'd better take Chi-Chi home. I hope she wakes up in time to make dinner." Goku looked down at his wife. "She sure is beautiful, even unconscious. Aww, look at that cute smile on her face. It was nice seeing you, Bulma. You, too, Vegeta, although maybe not so much of you next time."

Gohan waved, and the Sons flew off.

Bulma plopped down in the lounger with a huff. "How dare you embarrass me, Vegeta?!"

"Do not blame me, Woman. You purchased the garment with the intention of seeing me in it. Do you deny that?"

She crossed her arms and huffed again. Stupid sexy Saiyan! How does he manage to do what she wanted and still embarrass her? "Vegeta, put your shorts back on and let's go home. I don't feel like staying here anymore."

The prince bent to pull up his trunks --

"Yeeoowwch!" He bolted upright. Looking down, he saw several tiny indentations forming an elliptical pattern on his flesh. "Woman, you bit me!" He was incredulous. "Right here! ... In public! ... And it's bleeding!"

"Well, it didn't do a heck of a lot of good to my teeth, either," Bulma pouted, tapping her front teeth with the tips of her fingernails. "What have you got in there? Steel?" She lightly chomped her teeth together, making sure that they attained no lasting damage. "Hey, Vegeta, you really are bleeding."

Vegeta still had his shorts partially down to examine his wound. Quicker than thought, Bulma swiped at the blood with her index finger and smeared the drop on her lower lip. The Saiyan watched in horror as she creased her lips together, causing the viscous fluid to spread and tint her lips a deep crimson. He gasped when she licked them.

He wondered what the hell she was doing. His mind was trapped in a quagmire of questions. "First she licks me, and then she bites me and licks up my blood. Is she some kind of cannibal or something?"

"Vegeta," Bulma slurred drunkenly, "you taste yummy." She took another swipe at his derriere and licked off another drop.

"Enough!" Vegeta pushed away from her and pulled up his trunks. "Gather your things. We will leave now!"

While Bulma was busy encapsulating the beach items, a group of women began to congregate around the Saiyan. Vegeta, deeply perturbed by his housemate's action, took no notice of them. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he replayed the recent events.

"Ooh, good things do come in small packages," giggled a blonde.

"Oh, I don't know." Another girl eyed his front appreciatively. "Good things come in "big" packages, too."

"Well, you know what they say," piped another voice. "A hard man is good to find."

"We saw you with less on earlier, Sweet-cheeks. Why don't you give us another show?" one of the women suggested.

Bulma saw red and heat puffed from her nostrils. "GET AWAY FROM HIM YA VULTURES! His ass is mine! He's all mine!" She snapped her towel about, effectively driving them away. With her gear neatly stowed, she grabbed Vegeta's free arm (the other one had clutched itself to his left butt- cheek) and pulled him toward her car.

Vegeta offered no resistance. He was still dazed thinking about a certain blue-haired woman biting him there -- on the beach!

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