Chapter One
A/N: I revisted this chapter all thanks to Adamantia9031!
Bulma got in her car and slammed the door. Lying on the steering wheel wonder to herself how could she be in this position right now. Bulma Christine Briefs was on a date. I guess you could call it such. She had just left out of her so called date due to pure idiocy and there-fore lack of maturity. This was a woman in her prime and she was alone, with no one but her kids. Not to selfish, stubborn, self-absorbed father of her two beautiful children and source of all her problems. Moaning she started the engine and left the restaurant the night was early the kids were at her friend's house and she could use a much needed cold one
She drove alone back to her huge empty mansion, walking in and settled on the couch. Popping off her four inch heels she tossed them carelessly across the room and snuggled into the cold draft Italian leather couch. She was lonely and it just didn't add up at all. She was the president of an international multi-billion dollar company, a single and hot thirty-three year old. Hell she had the body of a twenty-two year old at least.
It had just never worked out she figured when she had Bulla two years ago. They were actually doing some good for each other. Was she ever wrong .She made it very clear and simple she was done with him. Vegeta came around and only lived three hundred feet from the main compound. He sat and ate breakfast with them and they all sat and pretended to be a happy family.
Only one problem they weren't the kids were happy and so was he. She was miserable and didn't feel accomplished. What really ate her up inside was his girlfriend. He said she wasn't his anything, according to the absent-minded younger girl. Vegeta was a catch and she picked him right up from the store. The thing was Vegeta and Bulma never officially broke up. Then again they didn't officially start so called dating either. One night fourteen years ago they started sleeping together. Then they just stopped having sex and sleeping in the same bed. That was that, when he died for their family she thought the world of him. Until it wore off with the fights, arguments and death threats.
Bulma got up and strolled down the hallway to her room. The mahogany hardwood floors were cold on her bare feet. She turned around in the mirror and unzipped her tight black dress. She pulled it down and exposed her light lilac pink matching underwear. Bulma was evening planning on sleeping with this guy but she couldn't get over the soul patch and creepy one earring.
Her standards were set and he was not anywhere near that. How could a women set standards after sleeping with a prince for fifteen years. It was impossible and that was how it felt. She couldn't compare their sex to anything because the pedestal was set so high she made it unattainable. Bulma hated to give him any credit but that was where it was due. Shaking her head at the thought she tossed the expensive satin to the side. Rummaging through her draws she found a tight white tank and blue pajama pants that looked like they belonged to her son.
Bulma walked into the bathroom and began to clean and moisturize her face with the multiple chemicals. She loved a good face cleansing with her favorite oatmeal infused scrub. Her hands ran in a clockwise motion on her perfect cheek bones. Closing her eyes she loved how the mask warmed her face and washed her worries down the drain with her dead skin. She wiped her face with a dry white cloth. Looking in the mirror she smiled at her flawlessness. Not a single wrinkle in sight, at this rate she had some by the end of the year.
She pulled her long curled locks into a tight bun on her head and walked back into the spacious kitchen. Stopping she noticed the familiar man in her fridge. If she didn't know where he was she could always try the gravity room or the fridge. It was one or the other. Bulma walked around the opposite side of the kitchen to grab Bulla's fruit snacks for her own delight. Bulma approached her distant loved so antagonize him on his current relations.
"Where is your little girlfriend tonight? Too tired to suck your dick tonight"? He didn't say anything just pulled out two beers from the fridge and slid her one. Bulma looked at him walked over to the drawer to pull off the top. He faced her and swigged the beer. "It's none of your concern." He said with a devilish handsome smile on his face. He wanted to play this game with her tonight. A game of wits and skill. "It's my house asshole so unless you're fucking her at her in the park then it's my concern." Bulma smiled sitting on top of the island swing her feet.
"Women you think I'm as gullible as your children don't be fooled because I'm very aware you're a liar".Bulma straightened her back at his words. He knew she went on date and he forbid her to be with any other guy. She wasn't going to wait hand and foot for him. Never had and never would, he went around with his blonde floosey and expect her not to move on. It had been a year since they stopped fucking each other brains and had no contact since. She came in the picture two months ago and Bulma lost her mind.
It was a very bad and vulgar fight between the two the worst in a while. Vegeta didn't do much talking just really said a lot of mean and hurtful things. Things no women should be every told about herself. His face lost the smirk and went back to it's usually seriousness.
"It's none of your concern". Bulma said taking her beer into the living to watch TV. Bulma sat down for a moment and a large figured appeared in front of her. Vegeta stood there with his arms crossed. He just stared into her cerulean eyes. No blinking just a dead stare into her soul. "What do you want Vegeta"? He looked at her and back into the kitchen. He made no movement just kept staring at her.
"I left the cooling device open so you can start something for me to devour. You looked like a confused idiot". Bulma swallowed and shook her head at him. She began to giggle to herself. He had a better chance of getting water in hell than her making him anything that resembled editable. "Get out of my face, go call you're so called associate to make you something because it's not my job to do so. Or is she too much of an idiot to even know what food is"? Bulma smiled to herself at her clever insults.
Bulma asked moving to the opposite side of the couch taking another sip of her beer. Vegeta began to give her a deep and evil chuckle. "Your despite is only because you want me to be desperately fucking you instead of someone else." He turned and knocked her beer out her hand onto her couch and all over her pants. Bulma felt her blood boiling under her skin. She stood up into his face and pushed past him. Vegeta looked down at his shoulder as she made he way back to the kitchen. This wasn't going to end well tonight. They both had already determined.
"Vegeta I'm only going to tell you this one time. I'm over us. I don't care about you or her. ONLY reason you still live in MY house is because of OUR kids. I will be with whoever I want, I will even fuck whoever I want even Yamacha. So get off your high horse and out of my-"His strong hand wrapped around her mouth and he stared into her eyes. They showed no fear of him. Bulma struggled against his grip but knew it was useless.
"I'll give you just that one chance to try me. Let me get a wift of the low-life, disgusting excuse of a warrior on you and it will be his death. I want you to think that you can but you will not. You are my property no matter what you think. You will always belong to me. No other man will have you and live to tell about it women. Watch your tone with me because I have my limit even with you". He pushed her back out of his perimeter. Bulma just stood there and took in everything he had said and shook her head back and forth. Bulma was not owned by anyone. Vegeta walked out the living area and slammed the door that lead outside. The entire building shook at his force. Bulma stood there and held her already sore face.
This was not over. Running into her room she did a quick costume change. Bulma tossed a loose shirt and pants.
Bulma walked as fast as she could to the pool house. He wasn't getting the last word. He wasn't going to control her because he didn't have the right. The only right he had that remotely had to do with her was the kids.
She pushed the door open and he stood there in only his tight black boxers looking at her. "Listen here you will not tell me what to do. I don't tell you anything about your life. I stay out of it so stay out of mine." Vegeta faced her and walked closer. He closed the gap between their bodies. "Bulma this is a promise. I will kill him over you. We have a family and I will kill him for that. I would kill anyone for that. Do not pester me anymore about that girl." Bulma was as confused as ever. Her head was pounding and her jaw hurt.
The reason they weren't together was because of her not him. Bulma wanted to get official married by a court and he refused. He gave her no reason just a simple no. She was tired of not being married after all this time and she deserved it. He didn't understand and she blamed him. It wasn't like he knew her customs. It didn't look good on her. It made her look like she was settling for what she could get.
There was no doubt he loved his family in his own way he showed it. She knew that the by the way he held his daughter and trained with his son on a daily basis. He was a good father and that was all she needed him to be right now. Bulma just looked at him. He just stood there in all his glory. He had recently just cut his hair from it's usually flame like manner. To a shorter and more refined cut. It was sexy and she thought he knew it. It was almost the same day that he met that stupid girl.
Bulma began to walk out of his area "You can be a good man when you want to Vegeta". Leaving him with that thought she drug herself to bed with another beer in her hand.
Bulma awoke not feeling as refreshed as she could have but she heard the baby crying and decided it was time to wake up. Stretching her arms over her head and letting out a much needed yawn. Looking over she saw the condition her bed was in like every morning. She would always strip down to just her underwear without any recollection of it at all
. Bulma pulled her hair out the now messier bun and let it cascade down her shoulders. Her clock screamed six in the morning. This was odd because Chichi had them last night. She was going to pick them back up this morning. Bulma got up and just through her silk robe on over her slender frame. Bulma walked down the hallway to the baby's room and the room was already occupied.
Vegeta stood over the bed with her in his arms. Bulla just stared at her him and clung to his shirt. Bulma's heart pounded in her chest as she leaned against the cold door post. She just watched as she looked on to the sweet scene in front of her. She couldn't see his face but he always smiled just a bit when he held his little girl. They had a special and beautiful bond.
She was jealous Bulla cried for her father more than her. "Why are you staring women"? He didn't move just stayed in his same position he was in. Bulma walked next to him, looking down at their beautiful child. The little girl changed her position to over his shoulder and pulled on his hair. He must have secretly missed them this morning to actually get in a car to drive to pick them up.
Bulma wouldn't allow him to fly with their barely two year old. Despite her animalistic origins she wouldn't have it. "Do you want me to take her for you, I know your about to go train with Trunks". He just handed her over and watched Bulla try to stay in his arms. The little girl extended her arms out to her father.
She wiggled but settled down in her mother's arms. Vegeta looked at her as her robe loosely hung up. Exposing her perfect perky breast in the embroider satin bra. Her creamy porcelain skin only complimented her appearance even more. She had fully retained her post baby body and she looked as fit as possible. Bulma made it an objective to get back down to a perfect size three.
"Cover yourself women you look as if you're for sale". Bulma looked down at herself and did nothing to adjust herself. Flaunting herself she walked out the room. "If you don't like what you see than look away."
Vegeta just watched her walk away she had won this time but he never back down from a challenge.
Author's Note: It's shorten than most of my work but it's just a drabble for now. I'll update if I feel it's worth pursuing. This is another one of my favorite couples in the DBZ universe. Review if you want more or if you hate it.