Edward's Egg

Chapter 9

Bella's eyes suddenly wet with tears, "No! I won't drown him!"

She cuddled the ball, pretending it were frightened by Jacob's demand.

Jacob's heart suddenly raced, surprised and angered by Bella's dramatic reaction, "Drown who Bella?"

She looked at him wide-eyed, squeezing the ball closer to her.

A truthful silence struck Jacob.

His face was flat and somber, "Bella...that ball isn't alive."

Her brow pinched forward, a vein bulged out of her forehead, her teeth jutted out and her eyes blazed in the sudden, ugly fury. She contested, "He is alive! He has feelings!"

Jacob rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. His stance changed, finding the situation all too easy to take advantage of, "Okay then Bella, if you know so much about 'him,' then what is 'he.'"

Bella's eyes shot to 'Edward' and then to Jacob, tears began to streak down her face, "He's...he's not a rock! He's-," she swallowed, "something special...and," she broke into a sob, "very beautiful!"

Jacob sighed, rubbing his forehead as he thought, "Jesus christ."

Bella's thoughts ran rampant, "Why is he being so insensitive, this is obviously a gift from Edward! I told him over and over again that Edward is the only one for me! Why doesn't he understand! Why is he mad at me! I didn't do anything!"

"Well, you're right about one thing," added Jacob, breaking Bella's thoughts, "it isn't a rock."

Her face softened, "Oh Jacob! You do understand! You made Edward smile!"

He grimaced, her constant missing-of-the-point was driving him crazy, "Bella, your attachment to this thing is utterly disturbing! While it might not be an ordinary rock it isn't a living thing! It's a frickin object!"

Her teary eyes burned hell-fire at Jacob, "HE HAS A NAME JACOB, HIS NAME IS EDWARD!"

Jacob's hand flew to his forehead harder than he would have liked. His palm slid down to his eyes wincing at the weight of the complete stupidity of her statement, "Really Bella?"

She pouted her lips her eyes red with hurt and anger, "Yes, Jacob!"

Jacob took his hand away from his eyes and waved it once to signify her to stop talking, "Okay Bella, I don't want to know how the fuck THAT connection was made-"

She breathed passionately before she began again, her tears falling, "He's COLD, SMOOTH, and HARD Jacob!" She said these words as if they were complete, irrefutable evidence. She choked in grief, while stroking her ball, "So is he..."
She bent her head to the ball, "Don't you see Jacob...he's a part of Edward!" She raised her head to meet Jacob's scornful eyes. She appeared suddenly happier, as if that brief moment she bent to stare at 'Edward' had cured her of her ails, "I know it sounds sentimental of Edward, but I think he laid a vampire egg!"

"BELLA JESUS HOLY SHIT STOP!!!"

She clutched 'Edward.' Her brow furrowed, glaring at Jacob, "Jacob, you're scaring-"

"I AM CUTTING THE BULLSHIT RIGHT NOW!!!"

He growled at Bella who cradled her precious sphere as if to calm it from Jacob's temper.

He began his voice full of fire and venom, "That ball isn't apart of Edward, nor a-" he paused, his temper sweetened by Bella's conclusion of it being a vampire egg. He tried not to laugh, "A vampire egg, it has nothing to do with Edward at all! You're just seeing connections that aren't there!"

His words stung and Bella let out a scream of emotion, "NOOOOOOO!!!!"

Jacob uncovered his ears and strode towards Bella snatching the ball from her weak grasp. With a weak cry she with surprising strength still clung to 'Edward' with her hands, while being on tippy-toe from Jacob's raised arm.

"Look at me Bella," He asked calmly.

Bella shook her head and screamed wordlessly in protest.

He raised the ball closer to his face, "Look at me."

Bella tucked her face into her elbow as she heaved with sobs.

Finally her eyes stared at him, frightened like a child having its hand-woven blanket being taken away.

"Do you want to know what this is?"

Bella made a muffled agreement.

"Then let go of the ball."

She stared at him horridly, "You're going to throw him into the ocean!"

He put the index finger of his free hand on her lips to silence her, "Bella, we're not even outside."

She blinked not understanding.

"Bella just let go...I promise I'll give it back."

"Dear God," she thought, "What a demand, can't he see Edward needs me? I haven't let him out of my touch since I found him yesterday! He belongs to me!"

Hesitantly, carefully, full of regret and defeat she withdrew her shaking white fingers from her beloved orb.

She felt as though she were letting go of a very sacred essence of her, a part that had been gone since her lover had left.

Jacob held the ball in the cold florescent light of the garage, observing it for himself.

Bella's insides boiled in her jealous thoughts, "What a bully! He took Edward from me and now he's acting like it's all his. EDWARD IS MINE!"

He smiled suddenly and chuckled deeply to himself as if there were some great inside joke.

She blinked, "What is it?"

He smiled at her suddenly, his eyes bright, "It...is a dragon ball."

"Huh?"

***

Bulma paced her bathroom impatiently, wearing nothing but a thong and push-up bra red as a hot kiss. The hot red stood out agaisnt her pale complexion and her baby blue hair that was tightly curled in foam curlers waiting to be released.

"Yamcha will be here any time now," Bulma blushed. After Roshi had told her that the Z fighters were on their way she rushed to shower and change into something more to Yamcha's liking. It had been months since she saw him, with all his hard work protecting the Earth the brave warrior needed some rewards. Her breasts swelled with anticipating arousal. She cupped them in her hands lightly and sighed pleasurefully imagining Yamcha's rough, strong hands caressing her soft feminine skin.

She retrieved a stick of red lip liner and lined her full lips. She always loved to do this, exaggerating her lovely pout, sexualizing herself even more for her lover. She then proceeded to carefully smear a coat of hot-make-out red lip stick over her waiting mouth. She kissed at the mirror, pleased again at the result of the hot red contrast against her pale skin. She then unfastened her curlers and let her long baby-blue hair spill down her shapely back. In response she grabbed the hair spray and coated her hair in a fine mist.

She smirked to herself, closing her eyes, waiting for the hair spray to disperse, "It's not like this hair spray will hold up against Yamcha pulling it."

Her loins swelled and moistened in anticipation of Yamcha's toned body smoothing under her hands. His strong thick fingers penetrating her wet center that ached readily beneath the fine lace of her thong.

She then lined her eyes with eye-liner and shadowed them giving them a slightly smoking appearance. If she didn't appear to be the complete picture of female arousal she didn't know who else would.

She then pulled her tight, low cut, rouched top over her head and smoothed it down to her hips. Then she stepped into her short-shorts that barely contained her toned smooth ass.

She did a pose in the mirror, blowing herself a kiss. Then turned around, noticing her red thong poked out. She smiled approvingly and smacked her self on the rump, watching it jiggle slightly, "Oh yeah, Yamcha's totally gonna' love it!"

She then went and got her hiking boots that had a slight heel to them, accentuating her long, curvy white legs. He laughed evily to herself, "Just how hard is Yamcha gonna fuck me this time?"

She then exited the bathroom stepping out bravely despite the threat of the perverted Roshi and Oolong.

Sure enough Roshi was at attention in the hall way his face rosy behind his dark glasses, "Heh heh heh, Bulma...what's the occasion."

She scoffed at him, "None of your bussiness old man!"

Roshi laughed, gabbing his cane on the ground, "Hey Oolong, Yamcha's gonna get some tonight!"

Oolong sighed his pig ears drooping, "What else is new," he stood up on the couch to face Roshi, "It's not like there's anything- HOT DAMN" He finally noticed Bulma.

Bulma became increasingly aware of the eyes that scowered her body like fresh meat and she scowled, "Okay I'm getting out of here!"

She walked to the door, hitching her purse up higher. Roshi gawked some more, "Hey there sweetie where ya goin!"

She pushed open the door as Roshi lunged at her. Her sweet ass was so close insight, so near to touch, until the front door slammed him straight in the face.

Bulma breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind her with an unusual bang and as her feet sunk into the sand of the paradise isle, "Well, this is nicer, I don't really care if they watch behind the glass, as long as they leave me alone."

She then saw the tell tale shapes flying toward her.

She shot up in the air, bouncing off of the sand up and down, her ass and boobs bouncing much to the delight of the normally inert Oolong and the injured yet drooling Roshi who leaned into the window, their tongues hanging out.

"Yamcha, Tien, Chotzu, Krillen!" She called into the air as the shape of the four fighters materialized.

She saw the two gleaming bald heads of the monks, the pale small frame of Chotzu and finally her bandit lover, his long black mane waving wildly in the wind and his raced to Kame house.

She already felt herself dampening as she thought of clutching at his black mane, crying out his name in ecstasy.

The four warriors swarmed towards her, their shadows darkened the sand beneath. Despite their fierce pursuit, they slowed and landed with a gentle tap of their feet. Tien stood taller than the rest, his three eyes set in determination, unseeing of her scanty outfit, on his shoulder Chotzu sat his painted face in an expression of happiness. Krillen, shortest only second of Chotzu stared gawkingly at Bulma's attire. Yamcha stood back from the crowd, blushing at the sight of his lover. Her hair waved in the wind as she stared at him pouting her red lips and batting her smoldering blue eyes with the unspoken promises of the coming night.