Disclaimer: yo no soy dueña de DBZ ni de sus personajes…ni de ninguna de las canciones que se puedan comentar en este fanfic… y mucho menos de otras series animadas o juegos de video…. /-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/-*/ (historia original de Arianna Hart) this is in english
Chapter One. - New York City girl
Bulma Brief hated rain. Especially, cold rain. Most especially at night after working a ten-hour shift in spike heels and a pencil-straight skirt that cut into her waist more and more as the day wore on. Her turquoise hair was like a waterfall actually because the rain was getting the best of it. All she wanted to do was get home, get into her cozy pajamas, and have a glass of wine. Was that too much to ask for? Apparently it was, because she'd missed her bus by a mere two minutes and had to wait in the rain with nothing but her purse for protection for another half hour before the next bus came.
Her stomach growled with hunger as she sloshed through yet another ankle-deep puddle on the way to her high-rise. A bolt of lightning flashed, illuminating the city around her. Bulma walked faster. Digging her keys out of her pocketbook with half-frozen hands, she managed to open the door to the building and squish her way into the lobby without anyone witnessing her sodden state. She prided herself on always looking together, and right now she was anything but. If she had to look like she'd been dumped in a lake, at least no one was there to see her.
Thank God. Something went right for the first time all freaking day. Absently checking her reflection in the shiny elevator doors, Bulma almost groaned out loud. Her normally impeccable French twist was askew, with tendrils of wet hair clinging to her face. Streaks of mascara ran down her cheeks, making her look like a clown, and her white blouse was practically see-through.
Great. She was soaking wet, freezing, and looked like death warmed over. What a day.
At least it was almost over. If the elevator would just get here. It was taking its own sweet time coming down to the lobby. Five more minutes. She'd be in her flannel jammies in five more minutes. And maybe tonight she'd have a second glass of wine as a special treat. The bell signaling the arrival of the elevator sounded abnormally loud in the empty lobby.
"Well, it's about time," she muttered as the doors slid open on a thankfully empty car. She punched the button for the twenty-second floor with a bit more force than absolutely necessary.
"Hold the elevator!" Bulma stuck her arm out to stop the doors from shutting, and tried to jam her finger on the "door open" button at the same time. Her purse fell from her shaking hands, spilling the contents all over the floor.
"Got it, thanks." A rich, male voice sent shivers down her spine. Oh my God! It was the hottie from the penthouse! In the elevator with her. And she looked like she'd been hit by a truck. "You're welcome. These things take forever to come back to the lobby." Stop babbling. Bulma took a deep breath and bent down to pick up her scattered belongings on the floor.
"Here, let me help you with that, since it's my fault you dropped your purse." "No, really. It's fine."
Large hands with a light sprinkling of hair brushed hers as she picked up her lipstick. A bolt of pure lust shot from her hand straight to her pussy, lighting fires in her bloodstream along the way. She looked into his face and was captured by the darkest eyes she'd ever seen.
"Th-thank you." Bulma knew she was staring but couldn't seem to help herself. High cheekbones highlighted a masculine face with a touch of stubble on it. A strong jaw was softened by full lips and a dimple in his chin. She was a sucker for dimples. And good that hair was like a dark flamed crown that only was making him look mores stunning.
"That looks like everything." He winked at her and smiled. As he stood to his full height, Bulma got a quicksilver view of muscled abs and rock hard thighs. "Yes, that's everything." Although how she'd know when she wasn't even looking was anyone's guess. She'd been lusting after him from afar ever since she moved into the building six months ago. The close-up view was even better than the glimpses she'd seen of him from across the lobby. Come on idiot! Here's your chance! Don't waste it.
"Bulma Brief, I live in 2217." She stuck her hand out to shake his. "Vegeta Ouji, I have the penthouse," he said, his hand engulfing her much smaller one. Another blast of heat slammed into her. "Really?" As if she didn't know. "You must have a great view of the river from up there." Before he could answer her, the lights went out and the elevator was plunged into darkness.
Bulma stumbled against Vegeta as the car came to a screeching halt. The part of her that wasn't cringing in embarrassment at knocking Vegeta against the wall sighed in female appreciation at his steely chest. "Are you okay?" His deep voice whispered across her ear, sending chills down her spine and making her pussy lips swell and moisten. "We must have lost power from the storm. The emergency generator should kick on soon." Bulma hoped it took its time coming back on. She could stay pressed against his chest in the dark for the next lifetime.
The generator better kick on soon, or he was in serious trouble. Vegeta couldn't believe his rotten luck. Of all the nights to get stuck on an elevator with the stunning turquoisehaired bombshell, it had to be on a full moon. Any other night he could control himself, but tonight, just the sight of her lacy, white bra showing through her shirt was enough to bring on the change in him.
The feel of those heavy breasts pressed against his chest wasn't helping his control much either.
A grinding jolt rocked her against him even harder, and Vegeta gritted his teeth against the temptation to rub his growing cock against her soft mound. The emergency lights flickered on as the elevator started moving up again. He looked down into her surprised, turquoise eyes the same colour of his soft strait hair.
"There, see? No problem." Reluctantly, he set her aside and tried not to stare at the hardened points of her nipples. It had been tough enough not to ogle her rear end when she bent over to pick up the contents of her spilled purse. Maybe the safest place to look was at the ceiling. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of her pussy juices mixed with rain and a hint of jasmine. The trip to the penthouse never seemed so long before.
"This seems to be taking a lot longer than normal, doesn't it?" Her voice was thick and slightly raspy, sending more blood to his dick. "Probably on half power, or something." He didn't mean to sound so clipped, but it was getting harder and harder to hold back his instinct to explore just how turned on she was. She might be able to hide her arousal from a normal guy, but not from him. And it was driving him mad!
"Man, this is the perfect ending to a miserable day. I just want to get home and undress― change—and this thing is slower than taking the stairs." Vegeta's brain instantly flashed a picture of her stepping out of a bubble bath into a filmy robe, her face flushed with heat. His imagination tortured him with images of rosy nipples and creamy thighs. It took all his considerable strength to hold back a groan. Lights flickered, dimmed, and finally died completely as the elevator shuddered to a stop once again.
"Not again!" Bulma cried in obvious dismay. Vegeta swore under his breath. "Let's not panic, I'm sure there's an emergency button around here somewhere. We'll hit that and someone will be able to get us out." He could probably get out through the trap door above him and climb the cables to the next floor, but that wasn't something he could do and keep his cover.
Millionaire CEOs didn't rip open metal doors and claw their way to freedom with inhuman strength. "I'll get it. I have a pen light in here somewhere." She fumbled around in her purse. "Here we go."
A tiny beam of light flashed in the dark interior, and Vegeta got a brief look at worried green eyes before she turned the light on the control panel. Her hands must be shaking, because the beam wavered and danced.
"Nothing's happening. Isn't this supposed to have some sort of alarm bell? I know the time that kid on the floor below me hit it, the thing rang loud enough to wake the dead." Shit. "I thought the alarm was supposed to have a separate power supply, but maybe it's tied into the generator. I'm afraid I don't know too much about elevator mechanics."
"Well, you know a lot more than I do. If I didn't live twenty-plus floors up, I'd never take the darn things." His sensitive hearing picked up the sound of her teeth chattering. "Are you cold?" "I'm fine. Just a little wet. I didn't realize it was supposed to rain today and I missed my bus so I got soaked. I'll take a nice, hot shower as soon as I get out of this sardine can, and be good to go."
The thought of her see-through blouse burned in his brain. His pulse hammered through his body and his loins grew heavy with need. The pull of the full moon pounded his self-control, and she was temptingly near. And aroused as well. The pheromones his body emitted during the full moon must be working on her already. Christ, he had to get out of this elevator before he attacked her.
"Let me try," he said, pushing by her to the panel. "Help yourself, but I don't think your finger pushing the button is going to make much more of an impression than mine did." He didn't care if she thought him arrogant. He needed to get out of here!
Bulma breathed in the lemony scent of his cologne as Vegeta brushed by her. She wasn't sure if she should be amused or annoyed that he thought she couldn't push an emergency button correctly. But maybe he was a touch claustrophobic too. Lord knew she didn't enjoy being trapped in this small space.
Her body shivered again, a combination of his nearness and her wet clothes. Her jaw ached from trying to keep her teeth from chattering. Thank God it was dark and he couldn't see what a mess she was. Wet stringy hair, running makeup, and sopping clothes clinging to her. What did she ever do to deserve this?
"I guess you're right. Looks like we're stuck here until the power comes back on or they fix the generator." "G-g-great," she stuttered through chattering teeth. "Good Lord! You're freezing!" He clasped her hands and began to rub them briskly. "I-I'm fine." She shivered violently. "No you're not." Bulma thought she heard him swear under his breath, but wasn't sure.
Her toes were so cold they were beginning to cramp in her high heels, and the pain distracted her from the man in the elevator with her. What a freaking night! "Take this." She heard a rustling of cloth and felt the weight if his jacket in her hands. "If you take off your wet clothes and put this on instead, you should warm up in a snap." His voice sounded strained.
What did he have to be tense about? She was the one freezing to death, being told to take her clothes off in front of a total stranger. If she was going to get naked with him, she wanted it to be between clean sheets and with a box of condoms nearby. "No really, I'll be fine." She handed him the jacket as more shivers shook her frame. "Ms. Brief, I promise you, I'm not suggesting you take off your clothes for any prurient reason. It's basic survival. You'll be a lot more comfortable if you're dry." "No kidding."
"I promise, I won't look." Laughter tinged his voice. Bulma snorted. He could look all he wanted. It was so dark he wouldn't be able to see anything anyway. She was being ridiculous. Her muscles ached from the shivering, and her teeth couldn't take much more chattering without breaking her jaw. What he said made sense. "I'll trust you to be a gentleman and not mention this to anyone," she said, unbuttoning her blouse. "Scout's honor."
It felt strange and kind of exciting to take off her clothes in front of a gorgeous man as he watched. Even if he couldn't see anything, he knew she was stripping. Desire swept through her, sending tingles between her legs. The wet blouse dropped from her shaking shoulders with a plop. The pencil thin skirt was next, and she peeled off her slip with it. The heels and panty hose went until she was wearing nothing but her lacy bra and thong.
"I-I'll t-take the jacket n-now." "Sure." His voice was almost a growl. His hands brushed hers as he gave her the jacket. More tingles shot through her body. Her pussy swelled and a trickle of fluid moistened her legs. She was standing next to the hottest guy in the building, wearing nothing but a bra and panties, was it any wonder she was turned on?
The jacket was still warm from his body and carried the same lemony smell, and something else too. A hint of musk that had nothing to do with manufactured scents, and everything to do with the man. Heat enveloped her as his essence surrounded her and seeped into her brain. "Better?" "Ummm, much. Thank you." She snuggled deeper into the jacket. "Glad to help."