Shelby awoke naked and alone the next morning. She looked around, but there was no sign of Vegeta. It was as if he had never even been there. "Another damn dream!" she groaned, tossing a pillow in frustration. "When will it be real?!" she cried, tears filling her eyes, her heart aching for him. "It was real," a voice said for the doorway. Shelby gasped, and nearly fell off the bed! She looked toward the door, and there he was, her handsome Prince! "Vegeta!" she cried, and ran to him. She wrapped her arms around his naked, wet body, and held him like she would never let go. "I was just taking a shower, did you miss me?" he laughed, looking down at her. "I thought I'd had another one of my dreams about you again," she replied, gazing up at him. "One of the good ones I hope?" he joked. She smiled, "The best ever!" He smiled wickedly, "And this is only the beginning!" He picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all, and carried her into the bathroom. "Since you weren't able to join me for my shower, I'll join you for your's," he said as he set her down and turned on the water. Shelby stepped under the spray and moaned at how good it felt. She reached for the shampoo bottle, but Vegeta held it out of her reach. She knew what he wanted, and she shivered with anticipation. Vegeta cupped his hand and poured some shampoo into it. He set the bottle aside, then rubbed his hands together to work up lather. He began to work his strong hands through her hair with firm stokes. "That feels so good, Vegeta!" she moaned. When her hair fairly squeaked it was so clean, he set about rinsing it. Shelby felt very privileged and special, she knew he wouldn't do this for just anyone. 'He is a Prince after all, he's probably never done this for anyone else before," she thought. "Now for the fun part," he said with a wicked grin. He started to lather her body up with soap, using his hands to draw patterns over her flesh and stroke every inch of her. When he was done, there wasn't a centimeter of skin he hadn't caressed. Then, he rinsed her off, using his hands again to wash the soap away. They both wanted to stay in the shower and make love, but just then, the water turned icy cold, and they jumped out, shivering. Vegeta cursed as he turned off the shower. When he turned around, Shelby was holding a towel for him. He suddenly realized that she had done this for him once before. Shelby smiled, reading his mind. She knew he was remembering the time he had been forced to take a shower at Capsule Corporation shortly after returning to Earth. They both had a flashback of that day.... "Servant woman! Bring me a drying cloth at once! Woman! Can you hear me?!" "I hear you! But my name is Bulma! And I am not your servant, so say please!" Shelby had glared at Bulma. "Aarrgh! Forget about the stupid drying cloth then!" "Fine! Drip dry you jerk!" Shelby had growled at her then. "Is this some kind of joke?!" "Is what a joke?!" "These garments you left me, are they for a man or a woman?! They're pink!" "Get with it! It's the style here!" Shelby had wanted to kill her then! She knew Bulma had done it on purpose to make Vegeta look stupid. "Men in pink! How bizarre!" Bulma had winked at the others and laughed. Shelby had stormed past her into the house, grabbed a towel, and taken it in to Vegeta. She had only opened the door a crack and passed the towel through to him. "Well! It's about time, woman!" he'd growled. She'd gone back outside then, giving the others a look that could kill.
They both snapped out of the flashback at the same time. "It was you who handed me the towel that day, wasn't it?" he said in wonder. Shelby smiled, "Yep! I'm only sorry I couldn't do anything about that ridiculous outfit she gave you," she said, beginning to dry him off. He grimaced, remembering the embarrassment and humiliation of having to wear those strange clothes. "You looked like a tropical flower," she said in disgust. He nodded, "I hated it!" He took the towel and helped her to dry off too. Then they went back into the bedroom. Shelby remembered she had another outfit for him hidden away underneath the bed. She quickly got down on her hands and knees to get it. Vegeta was tempted to take her right then and there. "There it is!" she said, pulling a large wrapped package out from under the bed. It was quickly followed by five more wrapped packages, each a little smaller than the last. Vegeta was puzzled when she pushed them all toward him. "I got these especially for you, Vegeta!" she said, handing him one of the smaller boxes. Vegeta looked at her for a few moments, "These are all for me?" he asked incredulously. "Yep! It took me forever to find these, too! I hope it all fits!" she said. He stared, "You mean it's something to wear?" She nodded, "Go ahead and open them! Then you can model for me!" Vegeta opened the first package carefully, unsure of what he would find. He pulled out a pair of black gloves made from the same material as his Saiyan uniform. Shelby handed him another package. This time, he found a pair of black boots, also made like his uniform. In the next package, he found a few t-shirts...one red, one white, one black. Shelby handed him another package, and he tore the wrapping paper off, eager to see what else she had for him. he looked just like a kid at Christmas time! He pulled out a pair of black jeans from the box, and he smiled. "You definitely know what I like!" he said. "And I know what will look good on you!" she said proudly. She handed him another box, and when he opened it, his eyes went wide. It was a black leather belt with a silver buckle. What made the belt special though, was that the buckle was a silver "V"! "I had that specially made," she told him as he admired the belt. She handed him the last and largest box. "I had this specially made too! Just for you!" she said as he ripped it open. Vegeta stared in awe at this last gift. It was a black leather jacket with silver studs. The studs formed a large "V" on the back. He couldn't wait to try it on! "Do you like it?" she asked. "You are amazing!" he said. "Are you going to model it for me now?" she asked, hardly able to control her excitement. He gave a quick nod as he headed for the bathroom to try on his new outfit. |
