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Bulma panted wiping the sweat away from her forehead before it ran into her eyes. Her stomach muscles ached from hours of intense dancing. She had taken up dancing as a way to de-stress after quitting smoking and Yamcha. Yamcha had been cheating on her for months, before she caught him in the act. The more she thought about him the harder she worked. It didn't matter how she looked, just how she felt. When she danced she felt powerful, strong and sexy, nothing better! Bulma had been working on a combination of pole dancing with some erotic style hip-hop. It was always good for intense cardio.
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"Broken again!" Vegeta scoffed as he slammed his hand onto the control console. It had been another good two-day spree of training so it was about time to eat and shower regardless.
After his abnormally short shower and a rushed meal Vegeta wandered down to Bulma's lab lazily sipping on a soda. I need to tell that infernal woman that the Gravity Chamber is broken again! She needs to make more adjustments to the cooling module. As Vegeta neared the lab doors he could hear loud hip-hop music. He slowed his pace and peered slowly through the lab doors. Vegeta's breath caught in his throat. His mouth became suddenly dry as he watched Bulma dancing through the windows.
The sweat ran down Bulma's stomach stopping at the brim of her short shorts. They were so short in fact that he could see the bottom of her butt cheeks peeking out. Her bouncy curls were tethered back in a messy ponytail. Her white Capsule Corp shirt left very little to the imagination. It was short, cut off near the bottom of her ribs and threadbare, exposing her bra underneath.
Major Lazer's "Bubble Butt" started playing in the large lab room. "Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble butt. Turn around, stick it out, show the world what you got a, bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt..."
As the lyrics stated Bulma stuck her butt out and started to lift her back heel on one leg and then the next. This caused her corresponding butt check to twerk and bounce. Bulma rotated her body so that her back was totally to the windows, oblivious to her guest. Lean over Bulma put her hands flat on the floor and started to slowly twist her hips from side to side causing her butt to shake from side to side.
Bulma slowly stood up and rolled her hips as she dropped it low, crouching on the balls of her feet as she popped and twerked. Placing her hands on her knees Bulma slowly pushed off and lifted herself up again.
Vegeta's jaw fell open as the grip on his soda released. His Cola toppled to the floor near his boots. Vegeta didn't even notice as he put both hands flat on the lab doors and peered in completely. Bulma turned around rolling her stomach as she rotated her hips. Vegeta focused in on a bead of sweat slowly sliding down the center of her abs. His breath started to fog up the window as she continued unknowingly torturing Vegeta. She lifted herself up into a handstand, which caused her shirt to fall down over her face. Vegeta flushed a deep maroon as he gazed upon Bulma's thin red lace bra.
Suddenly, Vegeta was pulled out of his impromptu peep show by the loud chirping and beeping of the cleaning bot at his feet. It was franticly trying to clean up the spilled soda. Frustrated, Vegeta kicked it slightly. Right then Dr. Briefs came around the corner reading a newspaper with his trusty cat sitting on his shoulder. Spazzing out for a moment Vegeta waved his hands from side to side quickly moving over away from the doors. He put his hands behind his head and casually leaned against the wall near the lab.
"I don't think she is going to be available for a while Mr. Vegeta." Dr. Briefs said as he noticed him. Dr. Briefs looked in the window for a moment then looked at Vegeta. "She is quite the dancer now, don't you think?"
Vegeta flushed, "I wouldn't know. The Gravity Chamber is broken ... again!"
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Bulma paused waiting for the other person on the line to pick up. She jump slightly excited.
"Hello, Chi Chi speaking, can I help you?"
"Chi Chi," Bulma screamed into the phone. "Are you busy tonight?"
After a long pause Chi Chi answered, "You know me, just a quiet dinner at home with the boys."
"Well not tonight you're not! Let's go to that new nightclub, The Dragon! I really miss going out!"
"I don't know Bulma. It's been a long time since I've been dancing and . . . "
Before Chi Chi could finish her sentence Bulma chimed in, "You can bring Goku! He can be our protector from any handsy perverts!"
"We could leave Gohan with Mr. Piccalo! This could actually work!"
"Alright so I will see you at 9 to pick the two of you up," Bulma grined.
"How exciting! We will see you at our place around 9."
As Bulma hung up the phone she nearly vibrated with excitement. This is going to be just what she needed after the past month of trying to get over Yamcha. A night out with a girl friend getting crazy, even if her husband was coming along to play chaperon.
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Vegeta's ears twitched at the sound of that foul woman's shrieking. Something about going dancing. How weak and stupid! Vegeta was just about to tune the entire conversation out until he heard Kakarot's name. Why would Kakarot go dancing? It is such a waste of training time. Not to mention by Saiyan standards, dancing was considered a sign of weakness.
Vegeta continued to listen intently through the door as he toweled off the fresh sweat from his body. His entire being was drenched with sweat and his stomach was empty. After 18 hours of straight training it was time to pause to eat whether he liked it or not. He had overheated the Gravity Chamber, once again.
Quietly not to alert the human woman Vegeta crept into the house through the back door toward the kitchen. As he passed, Bulma was so enamored with her conversation that she didn't even notice his presence. Perfect, Vegeta thought as he made a beeline for the kitchen. He couldn't be troubled with waiting for the woman's mother to cook him food. Anything would do to fill his stomach as he continued to eavesdrop on Bulma's conversation.
Vegeta was so engrossed in the conversation that he finished off 5 pounds of sandwich meat, a leftover salad, a large uncooked pork shoulder and two gallons of milk before Bulma hung up the phone. Looking down Vegeta tried to look totally involved with his food as Bulma grabbed her coffee off the island near his elbow.
"Are you going to eat the entire refrigerator while you're at it?" Bulma narrowed her eyes as she took a big gulp of her coffee.
Vegeta only responded with a massive belch before he went back to digging through the refrigerator.
"Geez, you are such a pig!" Bulma quickly called two of the new food bots over so they could start filling the kitchen island with food before Vegeta ate that too.
Absent-mindedly Bulma watched Vegeta wage war on the food bots as she drank her coffee. She was planning all the things she needed to do before tonight. The list in her head started to grow as she smiled to herself, waxing, tanning, manicure, pedicure, hair, makeup and...
"Stop, staring at me woman! I am not here for your entertainment!" Vegeta bellowed knocking Bulma from her mental notes.
"Why would I stare at such a self-important asshole, with horrible table manners?" Bulma shook her head and nearly sprinted toward her pouch of capsules near the door. Pinching her nose Bulma made one last comment, "Plus you smell like you took a bath in the septic system!" She slammed the door behind her not giving him a chance to respond. Bulma loved getting the last word with that pretentious bastard.
Vegeta's temper boiled as Bulma fled the build, "THAT'S RIGHT, RUN AWAY! Idiotic, low class human wench!"
Pausing for a moment Vegeta sniffed the air. He was ripe. He hated to admit to even himself when that woman was right. The two food bots had overheated and were currently shut down cooling off. He had already consumed all the food they had laid out four times over. He supposed that would do for now. The next objective on his list was the cleaning stall.