A/N: I had to write this when the idea came to my head. It's a little darker in the sense that Bulma is the manipulative and controlling mistress of Vegeta. I wanted to write a fic where Bulma is not the damsel in distress. You'll see what I mean, in the next chapters.
It'll be short, between 3-5 chapters. Also, bare in mind that Vegeta is just a little bit out of character. He's head over heels for Bulma and she takes advantage of this. Enjoy everyone. I haven't forgotten about my other fics. I'm still working on those. Here we go…
Comments and suggestions are welcome!
SEDUCTRESS
Chapter 1: TELL ME!
He silently walked through the quiet and dark corridors of his mountain home and he was glad it was nighttime. It was quite small compared to the royal palace where he spent most of his time everyday. He had a throbbing headache and he tried to soothe it by rubbing his temples in a circular motion like she did for him. When the thought of her crossed his mind, he increased his pace.
He was anxious to arrive at his sanctuary. That bedroom was considered his sanctuary only because it was her bedroom. SHE was his sanctuary. It was bizarre that he considered it as such considering what went on during the many endless passionate nights.
She was the vessel of his passion, the vessel in which his imagination died when his fantasies became reality. Her passion matched his own. She was the only one that had the power to completely fill his nights with pleasure. He had become addicted to her but when he realized this, he simply said: "fuck it." He decided to enjoy her and give in to her every whine.
After his usual routine, which included attending diplomatic meetings with his father, eating lunch with his wife, Princess Zuri, train with his best friend, and finish a shit load of paperwork that his father dumped on him everyday, he would head to his mountain home. The small mansion had become her home.
Going back to his activities, none tired him like being forced to spend an hour with his wife. Princess Zuri was the same age as his mistress. She was pretty and well educated and from an extremely wealthy planet. Not that his mistress wasn't any of this. In fact, his mistress was breathtaking, gorgeous, passionate, sensual, brilliant, and most importantly, he was madly in love with her.
His father chose the young princess for him. At the time, he didn't care who he married. He was only interested in procreating an heir to the throne. And he had married her just a few months before his mistress had entered his life. What a bitch slap from life!
Most of that hour, his wife was quiet. She ate quietly often glancing at him as he kept his eyes o his plate. They usually ate alone in the garden, which was her choice. Sometimes she did get rowdy. She would accuse him of thinking about the other woman. This he never denied, such act made the Princess shed quiet tears. But sometimes she did get violent. Throwing the expensive porcelain sets of plates and shiny silverware into the air was her usual tantrum when she did display one.
He in response would roll his eyes and fold his arms on his chest waiting for her to finish. Or throw his silver utensils on the table and fly away to his sanctuary.
Today, that same thing had happened. She had lashed out on him for only spending one fucking night with her out of the week. Her number two complaint was that he lacked the minimal interest of making love to her, who was his wife.
"Fuck you Vegeta! Why is she so fucking special? Tell me! I'm your wife and you could barely look at me!" She'd had yelled between sobs before collapsing on her knees.
He had only watched her. "Get up woman! Don't humiliate yourself!" He walked to her direction and roughly picked her up from her thin arm. Her sobs never seized. "Stop it!"
"I can't. Just stay with me!" Her desperate crying continued.
He pushed her away before speaking. "Well since you can't stop your crying, I'm leaving!"
Before Zuri was even able to process his words and reach out for him, he had vanished into the air, leaving her behind and broken.
He continued his way to their bedroom as he relived that moment with his wife. He reached the double doors and sighed before turning the knobs. He grabbed each knob and opened the doors widely.
He found her on the extra king size bed. She was lying down on her belly. She was wearing a black short made of silk nightgown. Her feet were folded up and crossed. In her felt hand she held a black rose, a rarity of his planet. He'd left it that same morning next to her pillow. He had woken up very early to pick the flower from the farthest field. In her right hand, she held a drawing pencil. Below her chest, there was a sketching pad. She was sketching the flower.
When the doors flew open, she perked her head up and looked to her right side. There he was. He stood proud and elegant wearing his royal cape on his muscled back. She smiled her seductiveness at him.
He watched her acknowledge his presence. He observed her body on the royal blue sheets. The bed was perfectly made and she was making that bed a temptation. He took in the round mountain that her perfectly formed ass was. As soon as she smiled, he felt more relaxed.
She dropped the pencil and held the black rose.
"I got your present." She said and then took the flower to her little nose and smelled its aroma.
"Did you like it?" His masculine voice asked.
"Very much, my Prince." She bit her bottom lip inviting him to approach her.
He turned around and closed the doors. He turned back and removed his cape. He dropped it on the couch to his right. He started walking to her direction. As he walked he took of his black gloves and his boots.
She kept watching him.
He stopped next to the bed and took off his armor. He dropped it on the floor.
She changed her position and was on laid on her back. Her right leg was slightly propped up.
He ran his hand on her right leg: from her ankle to where her nightgown reached, just a few inches above her knee.
She bit her lip again, holding her invitation to come even closer. She spread her legs and extended her left hand to him.
He grabbed her hand and climbed on the bed, on his knees. He stared at her perfect shape.
She pulled him gently. He slowly leaned in. His left hand became his support. With his right hand, he lifted her nightgown. He reached her panties and pulled them down. She complied with him by folding her leg up and removing them with her left hand.
He lowered his face and his lips landed on hers. He kissed her with sweetness. She responded with burning passion.
Between kisses, he whispered: "Bulma."
She whispered into his mouth: "Vegeta."
Vegeta lowered her gown's straps from her shoulder.
Bulma caged his pelvis in her inner thighs.
Vegeta stopped and looked at her face. He brought his weight down on her. He couldn't miss the sketchpad. He glanced at it and saw her artistic ability.
"You have talent."
"One of many, my Prince." Bulma said as she started removing her burgundy spandex shirt.
He redirected his eyes to her angelic face. "Tell me." Vegeta demanded. Bulma stopped her hands.
Bulma smiled and lifted her eyebrows. "Tell you what?"
"You know what. Tell me."
"Or what?" Bulma tortured.
"I need to hear it." Vegeta pleaded.
Bulma pulled him and she cupped his lips in a consuming lock.
"Bulma." Vegeta begged as she kissed him. Bulma stopped her assault and looked deep into his eyes.
"I love you, Vegeta. I need you, I want you, always."
Satisfied, Vegeta retreaded. He was on his knees and away from her. He grabbed her legs and pulled her in. Bulma giggled. Vegeta placed his hands on her belly and ripped the nightgown in two. He threw the pieces on the floor.
"You know, I'm going to have to order more of those." Bulma's giggle became a fun and light laugh.
Vegeta chuckled as he ripped his pants off with the same force. Bulma sat and removed his shirt off. She ran her hands over his chest and kissed his scars. Vegeta, with his right hand lifted her head. He placed his right hand on the back of her neck and slowly lowered them back on the bed.
Their bedroom became a concert hall of moans and sighs as he made his mistress his yet again. Both forgetting the suffering Princess that slept alone in the palace.