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To Love a Gangster

"He never comes to breakfast." huffed a blue hair woman. "It would be nice to have breakfast with my man every now and again. But of course, in his mind work comes first." She pouted.

"Dear, what do you want for breakfast today? Pancakes? Waffles? An omelette? The butler went to the market for some fresh fruits earlier this morning"

"I'm actually not that hungry this morning, Mom." Bulma said "I think I just want some fruit And coffee, thanks."

"Oh dear, you shouldn't be so upset with Vegeta. You know he has business to take care of to be able to afford this life of luxury." Bunny said while digging into the refrigerator looking for fruit.

"You're right Mom. It's just, sometimes I miss him. Ever since he took over his father head roll in the... "family". I see him less and less..." Bulma looked down at her perfectly manicured nails and Versace white dress.

Vegeta really did take care of her and her mother. He had given them a huge white three story mansion with a garden and koi fish pond, theatre, spa, and everything she wanted in a house. The house itself looked like it was from an old Italian vineyard. He showered her and her mother with expensive jewels, clothes and trips. Bulma bit her bottom lip. Although Vegeta did take excellent care of them, she missed him immensely. She missed the times when they were younger and they were able to travel more freely and even talk to each other in person.

The last time she actually saw Vegeta was two weeks ago on her 21st birthday. He had surprised her with a trip to New York City. They stayed in a 5 star hotel in the heart of the city and she was waited on hand and foot. He took her to only the finest clothing stores and jewelry stores. Vegeta had to spend at least $500,000 pampering her on their 2 week trip.

She knew the reason why he started to spend less and less time with her. It was for her and her mothers protection. Ever since Vegeta took over his father's "business", Vegeta became one of the mist powerful men in Japan, but he also had connection in America, China, Korea, and even Africa. Bulma didn't fully agree with his trade of business, but she would never leave him, ever.

Bunny sat a plate of diced fruit in front of Bulma. She made sure to add extra strawberries because she knew that was Bulma's favorite. For the most part Bulma just picked around her food. Bunny noticed this and frowned

"You need to eat, what's going to happen when Vegeta comes back and you're nothing but skin and bones? You don't want to loose all those curves do you?"

Bulma half heartily smiled at her mother's teasing. Bulma knew she was gorgeous. She had long sapphire blue hair to her waist that was natural wavy, and sky blue eyes that would change cover depending on her feelings. She was only 5'4", but she had curves in all the right places.

"Don't worry Mom, I'll be sure to eat extras at lunch. Hey, can you do a favor for me? Can you call a car to take me into town? I want to meet Chi-Chi at the park. I have to run upstairs and put on my shoes."

"Of course dear"

Bulma walked to the elevator that was hidden behind a bookshelf in the main lobby. She really didn't feel like walking up the stairs today. She pressed the button that said number 3 and waited.

"Where the FUCK is my money?"

"I don't have it please... Please give me more time! I have a family to feed! Please I just need a little more time to make some phone calls" pleaded the man that was bound to a metal chair and blind folded.

"Kakorott" sneered a man dressed in an all black suit, with flame shaped hair and cold black eyes said "How long have we been dealing with Mr. Neil here?"

"Sir, we have been tracking him for two weeks. He owes us $100,000"

"You hear that, Neil? Two weeks we've been chancing you're ass around fucking Tokyo. I'll admit you're good at hiding, but he truly think you could had from me, Vegeta?"

The man named Neil didn't say anything. He was too busy choking on sobs and mumbling the lords prayer.

"When I talk to you you answer me! Kakorott!"

Kakorott quickly pulled his gun from his side and slapped Neil across the face. The man spit blood and loose teeth from his mouth. Yet, he still said nothing.

"Your God will not save you from what I'm about to do to you. Kakorott, grab the pliers, blowtorch, nails and hammer. Nappa, bring your bald ass here. You know I hate getting my hands dirty." Vegeta snapped to the men around him.

"May the lord be on your side." Kakorott whispered to the man.

"Bulma!"

"Chi-Chi"

The two friends hugged like they haven't seen each other in 5 years instead of 5 days. To the friends walked into an art shop. Today they decided to do something fun and different, take an art class and get drunk at the same time. Bulma walked up to the cashier and explained they were there for the adult art class. The young girl around 16 quickly wrote their names down and lead them down the stairs to the room that had the other students in it.

"Oh my gosh I can't believe it's you!" a blonde hair blue eyed bombshell walked up to Chi-Chi and Bulma in her 5 inch heels and hugged them.

"18, I haven't seen you in so long." Bulma breathed out as 18 put her in a bear hug. Damn that girl is strong.

"Yeah 18, where have you been?" asked Chi Chi as they walked to their seats after getting a glass of wine that was sitting on the table to the left.

"Well, you know how the "family" is. Krillian and I had to move to America for awhile unexpectedly." 18 whispered to them, bot really wanting the other women in the class to hear.

Bulma and Chi-Chi nodded their heads in understanding.

"Hey, guys why do you think it's only women in this class?" Bulma asked while looking around the room.

Before her friends would answer a tall rather plane older women walked out. Her clothes were blotted with paint and her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head.

"Ladies, thank you for showing interest in this class. I'm surprised to the the turn out was well. My name is Kat. I own this art shop. Please if you need anything, more paint clean brushes, more wine" -some of the ladies giggled- "please let me coworker, Ashley, know." Ashley stood up and raised her had to identify who she was.

"Now ladies, I hope you all have an open mind for what we are about to do. Model please come out" Kat announced. A male model came from behind a curtain. He had shirt spiky black hair, tanned skin, he had to be around 6'1" and a scar on his face. He just so happened to have a towel rapped around his narrow waist.

"Oh dear lord." Bulma whispered. Her two friends looked at her with a confused look ob their faces. As soon as Bulma and the mysterious model locked eyes, her face flushed.

"I need another glass of wine." she muttered.

"Ladies, this will be our model for today. His name is Yamacha. Yamacha if you may"- Yamacha drop the towel from his waist-" today we will be painting the male figure"

"Lord, kill me now" Bulma said as she drank her glass of wine in one gulp.

The painting class went by relatively fast. Bulma didn't need to look much at the model to draw him. She still remembered his body from many,many years ago, however it did get quite more muscular. After the class ended, Bulma quickly retreated outside to where her car was waiting on her.

"Hey Bulma" 18 called out. "You wanna tell us what's going on?"

Bulma whipped around with a huge blush on her face. She looked down at the ground and her French tipped manicure toes wiggling in her heels.

"That's my exboyfriend, I left him for 'Geta." Bulma whispered with her head still down."Geta would be so pissed if he knew this happened." Bulma was unconsciously chewing at her bottom lip.

"Hey don't worry B" 18 smiled and put an arm around Bulma's shoulders.

"Yeah, we won't tell anyone." Chi Chi said to try and comfort her friend.

"Ok. Thanks guys. But I needed go home for lunch." Bulma said as her driver opened the door for her.

"I'll call you later, B" Chi Chi said as she walked to her car. 18 just waved as she walked to her car that was waiting as well.

Bulma got into her car. And told her driver to take her home.

Unknown the three friends there was a dark figure watching them from the ally.

"Oh, Vegeta would love to hear about this". The figured quickly pulled out a black iPhone, ready to spill Bulma's dirty secret.

Bulma looked at the mansion from her window as they road up the drive way. The driver let her out at the front door before pulling the car into the detached garage that looked more likes dealership. The butler opened the front door for her. Her maids quickly came up to her and asked if they needed anything. She waved then off and simple told them to have a bubble bath and strawberries ready for her; she made her way to the elevator and quickly pressed "3".

As soon as Bulma made it to her room, she kicked off her 5" heels and began to unzip the back of her dress.

"Its been two weeks, and I don't even get a "Hello", little one?"

Bulma whipped around to find Vegeta causally sitting on her bed. He still had his dress slacks on, but his dress shirt was unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up. His tie hung loosely around his nice. His infamous smirk was plastered on his perfect thick lips.

Bulma let her dress drop exposing her matching black lacy bra and panty set before letting her own smirk don her pouty pink lips.

"Well hello there, Mr. Vegeta". A look of lust was twinkling in her eyes.

My first fanfiction ever. I'm trying to get better at writing and I thought this would be a fun way to get better. Please read and review and leave comments on ways that I could improve!

Thanks, DBZfeen