hungry at all. Quite the opposite of him, so the Saiyajin reached out.

Bulma glanced over at Vegeta and had to smile. Not that the casual wear consisting of black trousers and an equally dark shirt wouldn't suit him, but it couldn't be compared to the spandex Sentoufuku, which clung so perfectly to his muscles, which she could hardly get enough of[JM: Yes, snuggle up. Grrrrrrrrr.* Beginning to purr like a cat * Cuddle up, throw at your neck, tear your clothes off, what's the difference? Harr harr harr.]. ANSCHMIEGEN was a fantastic thought. When she looked to the left this time, she was looking directly into a pair of dark eyes. Even if she had wanted to - which was absolutely not the case - she could not have turned away.

Everything else became unimportant. Although she still had an appetite, her hunger could not be satisfied with a pepper steak.

"I'm full," she said and got up from her chair, her gaze fixed on Vegeta's eyes. Slowly she withdrew, leaving behind a pair of parents shrugging.

Vegeta sat for a few more minutes. Long enough to keep Mr. and Mrs. Briefs out of suspicion, but short enough not to keep Bulma waiting unnecessarily.

"Are you not feeling well, Vegeta?", Bunny asked worried that the Saiyajin had eaten so little, relatively speaking.Before he could answer, she went on: "Then you'd better lie down, okay?"

"I was planning to go to bed anyway."

Bunny smiled and then turned back to her husband. "Open your mouth, Souichi!", She muttered when no one was within earshot anymore and circled her hashi with a small piece of steak in front of her husband's face in sensual movements.

* _ + _ * _ + _ * _ + _ *

Vegeta didn't even have to knock because Bulma's bedroom door was wide open and practically invited him to enter. The light was subdued, and there was a faint scent of jasmine in the air. Reluctantly, the Saiyajin put one foot over the threshold and saw them ... Spread out in the semi-darkness on one side of the double bed.

"Come here," she whispered, barely audible. "And lock the door ..."

He obeyed without reply. This situation was so new, so unfamiliar that he wouldn't even have known how to act differently. He was kind of glad that she did the thinking for him.

The closer Vegeta got to the bed, the faster the blood pulsed through his body. But why actually? Bulma was still wearing the same clothes as she was at dinner. Or was it the glow of her eyes, the glow of her skin, the INNOCENCE of her demeanor?

The turquoise-haired woman pulled Vegeta down to her, kissed him and sat on his lap. Bulma peeled her lips away from Vegetas, grabbed his placket.

And the Pointer Sisters rang out softly in her head:



Tonight`s the night we gonna make it happen.

Tonight we`ll put all other things aside.

Get in this time and show me some affection.

We're going for those pleasures in the night.



I want to love you, feel you, wrap myself around you.

I want to squeeze you, please you, I just can't get enough.

And if you move real slow I let it go.



I`m so excited and I just can`t hide it.

I`m about to lose control and I think I like it.
I`m so excited and I just can`t hide it.

And I know, I know, I know, I know I want you. >



Preview: Oh, she`s so excited? And only me! What may be hiding behind this hitori who seems a little confused? And no, there will be no C / K lemon!



Cut-outs

"Undercover angel, midnight Tennessee, I never had a dream, that made sweet love to me ..." - * sing *

Dieter Bohlen: That sounds like someone has stepped on a cat's tail!

Bulma: * sob *



Bulma: Thank you * smile *

Director: Cut! * sigh * Who will clear away the pile of ash? * mumble * Looks like Buffy killed a vampire ...



Hitori - alone

Aishiteru - ~ I love you

Hashi - chopsticks