The Powers of A Woman

Et ipsum ludere ludere…the words echoed in her head every night she sat in the elegant lounge keeping her eyes gazing the room. The smooth whisky ran down her throat with a slight scorch. A burn that she enjoyed. The brown liquid always numbed her just enough. Her mother had told her that quote years ago before she left her alone in this world. It simply meant play or be played. Quiescently she yawned as if she was already bored with the evening. The young vixen was growing tired of the man in front of her…his stubby fingers and greasy hair had left her without an appetite. Her mother was right about so much, either play the game of sex or get played. In her book of strategy there was a middle man. A little dark portion of the book no one ever talked about.

Bulma rolled her cerulean eyes as she excused herself from the mundane date. It was quite simple.

She hustled men. Bulma rarely sleep with them, but she admitted that she had to spend a substantial amount of time with someone before she hacked their bank account information, and social security, other important material. It had been five years she had been running her game. It had functioned for her well as she had built herself a small fortune over the years. Her long hair cascaded down her back, as her hips swayed like a grandfather clock. The bathroom was luxurious, as she walked in and looked at the familiar face of the bathroom attendant.

"Long time no see, Ms. Briefs". The young women said as leaned on her podium. Bulma smiled through her caked-on makeup at her long-time aquatint. Bulma knew the girl had probably thought Bulma was a high paid escort, but she didn't give half a fuck about what anyone had thought of her. Her bills were paid, her fridge was full and her clothes were expensive. The girl admired how beautiful the blue haired debonair was, she imagined men would give her anything without her even asking.

"How has business been treating you"? Bulma questioned as lit her cigarette in the mirror as she tasseled her soft curls.

"Nights are busier than days. Did you hear about Prince Vegeta and his posse coming here to Galimore's"? Bulma only smiled at the girl as she thought she was trying to help. Another long drag of her cigarette she smashed it in the ash tray with her manicured hand. Despite how well Bulma carried herself, people still often tried to buy her or her time. That was her only rule. Never and she meant never would she fuck for money. No, she had honor among being a thief. Men offered her money for a good time and It often ended in a thrown drink or a not so subtle slap. Respect, was demanded, if not by her demeanor than vocally. They essential judged her by her fashion and how high her heels were. Tonight, was no different. She wore a white, tight, spaghetti strapped dress with five-inch-tall heels. The higher your heels the closer you are to heaven she always thought. Women, were afaired to leave their husbands around her and they should be. Men, were all the same. They all just wanted something pretty to put their dicks in. Those prestigious bourgeois bitches outta be lucky she wasn't as hooker.

"Thanks, but Princes are for fairy tales, and red carpets and I care for neither. Have a great night". Bulma said as she dropped a handsome tip on the girl's service tray. A sharp exhale escaped her lips as she saw a fight breaking out in Galimore's lounge area. Bulma saw her date get punched in the face by a larger man and only smiled at the middle-aged man as he ran out holding his bruised eye. Bulma thought she might go thank the man who had got her out of her uncomfortable situation until she noticed something different about the small group of men.

They had tails. They were Saiyans. Saiyans were bad news.

Bulma walked through the dining room with a powerful and sexually strut. She just hoped the man had picked up the bill before he ran out like a coward. It was funny to her that she had never saw a Saiyan before now. Earth had just joined the intergalactic trade and that opened them to business with rest of the universe. Earth was now a trading post that hosted many different species on Earth. It didn't bother her in the least. She noticed there was three of them. A tall one with spikey hair that shot up in different directions, the one that punched her date in the face that had long hair that cascaded to the ground, and the last one who if she had to guess was the Prince of the All. He has strikingly sharp and dark features. The man was shorter than the other two and quieter while keeping himself resigned to the true nature of a royal.

Bulma made her way to the empty bar stool that she kept reserved for herself for when she wondered to bar alone. The bartender came over to with the warm smile he always gave her.

"B, I'm sorry your date ended so abruptly, Manhattan?" She gave him a small giggle and pulled out a short cigarette.

"No, stronger. How about an Old Fashion, the highest shelf possible, love".

"I got twenty saying she a hooker". Raditz said as he swallowed his beer in one brutishly loud gulp as they sat across from the bar. He brushed off his fist from where he had hit the man. Vegeta rolled his dark eyes at the man's lack of tact and self-restraints.

"This is our first visit to Earth. Don't screw it up Raditz the food is amazing here. I don't want to get banned; and just because she's pretty that doesn't mean she a hooker." The younger of the two exclaimed as he began stuff the food in mouth. They were sitting in the dining area stuffing their faces and Vegeta couldn't help but smell her tantalizing scent mixed with wild flowers. The woman was striking, but he didn't take her for a whore or someone who sold sex. If she did the girl could make a fortune.

Her blue hair wasn't that rare to see in the universe, he'd saw women of all walks of life with different colorings. Hers still seemed to be as unique as they were desirable. Vegeta drunk the red colored drink as he eyed his two traveling buffoons. They were good for nothing, but fighting. They were designed to fight, kill and destroy things; any things. They continued to drink and chatter among themselves as he just stayed in his head thinking about why he was even on this mud balled planet. It made him laugh when his mother used words like dignitary, diplomacy, and negotiate. Vegeta did none of those in his daily life and to ask him to do them for strangers that he deemed below him was, pathetic.

He was a Prince of a mighty nation, he was on Earth to simply visit the outpost and show his face. It was not what he wanted to do in the lease. His eyes rolled at the thought of sitting in the presence of anyone. Then, his thoughts swung back to bar. He smirked as the woman rolled her eyes at the man, who was trying to buy her a drink at the bar. The man called her a harsh name and walked of in a fury.

"Vegeta, let's get out of here find some hole in the wall and get some strange". Raditz said stretching his bulky arms above his head. His brother seconded him to leave the upscaled lounge. Vegeta leaned on his closed fist and waved them away with the other. They knew him well enough to know when he wanted to be left alone for whatever reason. Neither of them liked to see him when he got violent because that meant that they're heads were going to get knocked together. He watched the two idiotic siblings leave the bar that were over the elegance of this place.

Bulma's eye caught him walking through the crowd. The man didn't just walk, each stride he took was silent and powerful. He just had a demanding aura about himself as he threw money on the table and made his way to wooden bar that was being tending. Bulma made it a point to never show a man any type of attention first. Eye contact suggested that she was looking and she never wanted a man to know he had the power to make her look. A man will take anything you given him and internalize it into something else.

"Another one, Lance. Make sure that one doesn't spike my drink". Bulma said pointing to Vegeta as he began to sit on the padded barstool. Vegeta wasn't sure if the woman was trying to make a joke or she really thought he'd try to drug her. The bartender laughed as he began mix her next drink as she stepped out and made a phone call.

"Sure thing, B".

Vegeta looked at the man as he kneaded the orange and the small red cherry in the glass. Vegeta wasn't really a mixed drink type of Saiyan. He preferred his drinks straight up or wine. Wine was his guilty pleasure.

"Don't mind Bulma, she's one of my regulars she means no harm. Can I get you another wine or anything Sir"? The man finished mixing the drink and sat it at Bulma's seat that had been designated for the past four years. The man wiped his hands with the bar cloths and turned his attention fully to the Prince.

"Who is she"?

"Well…I don't really know how to answer that question. She's Bulma Briefs, been coming here for years. I don't know much about her, no one does. She is reserved in the least-"

"Is she was an escort"? Vegeta asked bluntly not giving a damn if the man judge him for his question. The bartender shook his head.

"Nah, I don't know what she is, but it's not that. I watched her punch a guy in the face right there, he was trying to procure her for the night for five thousand dollars. So, unless you want to get hit. I wouldn't ask her that when she sits down. IF she holds conversation with you". The conversation ended there as Bulma returned to her seat. Silently she sat at the bar with her tablet scrolling up and down with her manicured finger tips.

"Merlot, best year".

Was all she heard which stopped her from aimlessly scrolling. It was her mother's favorite drink. It didn't mean anything except for the man had some class, even if his lackey punched her greasy date in the face. Bulma watched as the bartender found his best year and poured it for the man. Bulma knew the man wasn't paying her any attention, which was rare that men didn't gawk at her when she passed. He didn't even snicker at her sarcasms or compliment her. It was beginning to bother her.

"What did my date do to get hit"? The bar was silent for a moment. The bartender stopped washing glasses as he couldn't remember the first time she'd addressed anyone first, outside of an insult.

Vegeta sipped the wine and didn't even look in her direction. He didn't want to look because he knew he wouldn't be able to look away. No satisfaction would be given to the woman, he could tell she loved the attention she got from men. It wouldn't take a genius to figure that men dropped to their knees for her. He chuckled as he drunk more wine.

"He was a racist, but I see your type". Vegeta said poking an insult at her by implying she was the company she kept. Bulma was taken back not by his answer, but his response. He dared to attempt to insult her with his subtle innuendos. If she was anyone else it would've went over her head. Bulma pursed her burgundy lips that matched his wine and chuckled.

"The company I keep doesn't even keep up with me, I'm far from a racist and close to a genius. So, please do not try to insult me". Dryly she said as she sipped on her drink and indulged herself with a drag of her cigarette. This man had some nerve to try and insult her. He was way out of his league if he wanted to have battle of wits with her. Bulma narrowed her blue eyes as she ran her finger around the rim of her glass, her drinks were finally beginning to have their intoxicating effects on her. That was another one of her rules, never get sloppy drunk. It was beyond a pet peeve to see a girl slumped over a bar waiting for a guy to take advantage of her.

Bulma prided herself on her self-control and discipline. She couldn't be in control of a situation if she was drunk off her ass.

"You think entirely too much of yourself. You're just a woman doing what they do. I see nothing spectacular". The bar keep abruptly looked up to two sitting merely three seats away from each other. He couldn't believe the balls of this guy. His mouth fell agape at the insult the Prince left her. It wasn't true at all, there was a million spectacular things about her starting off with just her physical body. Vegeta sipped his wine again and smirked to himself as he heard her slam her drink down on the bar.

She made eye contact first.

"I don't give a damn who you are or who you think you should be treated like. I'm much more than you or any man in this bar can handle. So, why don't you sit there and drink your pretentious wine and shut your mouth, or do me the favor of sparing my vison another sight of you for the night". Bulma looked at him and noticed for the first time he wasn't dressed like any human she ever saw. He was dressed in a tight black body suit with a black almost carbon fiber looking chest plate. A red crest insignia looked to be carved into the chest plate, that seemed to outline ever muscle on his broad chest. He wore black boots that made his entire demeanor just- illustrious. The man was beautiful, as the small cloud of smoke filled the area and the dim light of the bar really showed his sharp cheek bones and jaw line.

Vegeta gave her an impish grin. He turned his head to her since her attention was clearly focused directly on him. "I'll find a middle ground. Take a walk with me". Vegeta said as he finished his glass and offered her a solution. Bulma was taken back by his reply to her way of basically given him sophisticated fuck off. Exclaiming a dramatic sigh, she snuffed out her cigarette and stood up with her purse in her hand.

"Lance, call the cops if I'm not back in twenty." Bulma said as she waited for the man who had seemingly peaked her interest. A man never asked her to take a walk before. It seemed harmless enough to the vixen. Vegeta stood and began to walk knowing the was close behind following his steps. The bartender was dumbfounded that she left with the man. He guessed money did make some sort of a difference.

Bulma's heels clicked on the ground of the hardwood until they reached the concrete of the street. Bulma noticed that her heels made her the same height of the man as they walked in unison. Vegeta stopped and looked at her. "What makes you so different so woman, I'm intrigued". Vegeta said as he looked at her and noticed the masterpiece she was but, he was subtle and didn't gawk. Her long hair was an outline of her curvaceous frame. Her breast were full, her midsection was tight and her hips inclusive. Her expression and her eyes were what pleased him the most. For the first time that night Bulma felt the upper hand on this man as she began to walk.

"If you have to ask yourself what makes me so different than, your just like the rest of 'em"-

Vegeta watched her stride as people pasted them and began to fuck her with their eyes. "That's your mistake, I'm far superior than the rest. I'm a Prince and warrior. I excel in all the areas that matter". Vegeta said now walking next to her on the wide sidewalk. Stopping, she beheld his dark eyes and pushed her freshly done tresses over her shoulder.

"The areas that matter to who, you or me"?

"Hmfh, the only areas that matter between a man and women, money, sex and prestigious."

Bulma smirked at him and his forward over confidence. It wasn't the overconfidence that people faked to get by in society. It was the kind where you realized that you were a force to be reckoned wit with. It was damn near hilarious that he stood in front of her and told her all this. He was the kind of man she would con out of a fortune, but he was right he was no normal man. He didn't have those eyes for her. That glassy, hungry, flesh yearning stare about him. He damn looked passed her when she spoke. Bulma had no intentions to con him, he was just to interesting.

"Your right, those are the things that women want, but I have those things without you. I've made my own name for myself and I can fuck myself pretty well too". Bulma said bluntly. Vegeta raised an eyebrow to her and at the thought of her touching herself. "I'm a self-sufficient woman". The lights on the city shined in bright red, yellow and blue neon's. Galimore's was in a part of town were the elites and middle class met for a fancy dinner and a stiff drink. The air in the night sky felt good on her skin. A slight breeze played with her hair as she leaned against light post. Vegeta enjoyed how picturesque the moment was.

"What is it that you do"?

"I con rich men with my girlish charms and intellect."

"Hmfh-not surprising" Vegeta said as he looked at the girl. He was probably the only man who knew the truth about her. The bartender had known her for years and how no clue what game she played.

"You"?

"I'm the Prince of All Saiyans, that's a prestige amongst its own". Vegeta said looking at the incoming message on his watch. It was from Raditz.

We're drunk and want more food. Come to the waffle diner we found to girls that we can split three ways.

Vegeta rolled his eyes at the message and turned his attention back to the woman in front of him that demanded all his attention.

"Well that is impressive, but forgive me for not being in awe. I hold a resentment for people who never had to work for anything". She snarled at him and his old money status. Before she had found her scam, she was waiting tables and bussing her ass every night just to make the simplest of ends me. Those dog days were over and she was never going back to struggling to eat and bathe her ass daily.

"Women don't give me that orphaned underdog story. I've worked harder than any man or women in this universe. I've dedicated blood to my cause. I've never had day where I was given something because it was my birthright. I'm where I am today, because of me not who came before me. Remember that before you pass any judgements on me" Vegeta said damn near poetically. "Pity doesn't look good on you". He said on a high note.

Bulma felt taken back as he shut her in her place. No man had ever spoken to her like that, they usually just spoke at her. The Prince had committed many first with him tonight, things no one had dared to get away with because they knew she was a force. "I don't pity myself, I just want forget where I came from". Vegeta realized that she wasn't just a girl using her looks to get what she wanted. She knew how the world worked and he could respect that.

"Come, I don't want your friend to issue a manhunt". Vegeta nudged her slight causing her to slightly lose her balance in her stilt like heels.

They walked back to the lounge and indulging each other in conversation full of sarcasm and hints of flirtation. Bulma sat back in her seat and looked at her phone. It was getting late and she had things to do. "Ethan call my car for me, I'm calling it a night".

He nodded and printed out her ticket and made a phone call to the parking valet. Bulma fiddled with her wallet and wondered if the man would pay for her ticket.

"Mine as well". Vegeta said throwing money on the bar. Bulma looked at him and held up the white piece of receipt paper in her hands toward him with a small weaning smile.

"A walk for a drink seems fair". Vegeta laughed as he turned to her.

"You're a self-sufficient woman. I think you got it".

Touché'

A/N: Please review and let me know what you think about my new story, happy reading!