High Rollers: The Deal
Hello lovely people, I had an idea that came up and I want to write this story. The plan for this story is to have five chapters so this chapter along with the next four should be long reading wise. Then if possible I should be able to have a part two it all depends on how I feel. I hope you all like it.
Without further ado this is a B/V story with other characters from the show mixed in. Enjoy!
She just wanted to better her life for herself and her boyfriend Yamcha who dropped everything for her. Her goal was to be the first girl of her family to make her father's capsule invention sell this time. She will make a stop in the high rolling town of the Vegas, North City where she meets the biggest shark in town Vegeta Ouji who rocks her world as she knows it with a Deal.
Vegeta Ouji the current King of Vegas, North City where there are no morals, values or a real future unless you are rich and bored. The women, money, his string of casinos and hotels are boring him daily until he saw the blue haired girl in his town. He didn't know what it was about her that made him act this way but he is determined to find out. Even if he has to create a monumental deal to 'help' her with her asinine capsule project.
All bets are on the table for these two but who will come out on top for the high rollers and who will be hurt?
Chapter 1 They Meet
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or its characters.
Bulma sat across the car waiting on Yamcha to come back with the food they ordered typing away at her computer. She was on her way to Seattle, Northwest City for the National Empire of Scientists convention held there every year. And almost every year except the last four her father was there to show off his new inventions that always failed. Bulma with all the knowledge given to her when she was born from her father could never figure out why.
The prototypes her father created were all genius and as of now some of his inventions were used in stores without his consent. And because they weren't really that rich at all more so poor they really couldn't have their items patented therefore could not sue the scientists who stole his ideas.
The one project that hasn't been used and is very useful for everyone is the Capsules. She hoped with her modest looks and brain she could present an improved way to use the capsules by storing large items. If she succeeds this year she could fully patient and keep the product for her family, and make so much money.
She wanted this change if she could get it. To no longer be poor like she currently was with an awesome boyfriend like Yamcha at her side as she created a product that everyone could enjoy and it would reduce a lot of space. In a lot of ways though she dreamed of being rich like Yamcha who was so down to earth you would never know he was rich in the first place. The man was a bandit really he was and she couldn't love him any less.
He was very attentive to her and this project she had was his idea…well almost. She wanted to leave home to travel to the northwest for the convention and Yamcha provided the perfect opportunity. His parents. His parents or more so his mother could not stand her, then again her parents believed that she could do better than Yamcha.
They always told her that she was smart enough to find a man worth her salt. And that man in their eyes was not Yamcha. Well she didn't care she wanted her Yamcha and soon they would be in the big leagues living with the stars and big timers in Meadow Creek, North City.
She heard the door to their 89' Camaro open and she looked at her man smiling.
"I got the curly fries like you wanted Bulma and of course the plain cheeseburger. I don't why you don't like bacon on a burger you like it with your breakfast foods." He said as he closed the car door and looked at his girl. His love knew no bounds with her. She was perfect ever since her met her at the beginning of high school. She was his and she would succeed with the current project she was working on.
He would be there for her and he could finally break away from his mother who expertly cut him out of the will because of his seeing Bulma because she would never be a 'part of their class'. According to his mother Bulma was a classless gold digger who only needed Yamcha until she left him broke with the silly projects her poor family continued to make that went nowhere fast.
Those comments cut him deep so when he said that he would marry her no matter what she kicked him out of the house and froze his bank accounts. But it was just as well he didn't need her money he would show her and everyone that he and his soon to be wife Bulma would be alright. Plus, he believed that she was still pining over Thomas Briefs by constantly swaying certain people she knew on the scientific boards to stop his ingenious projects because of her 20 year jealously with Panchy Briefs. But that was a story for another day.
"Silly man cheeseburgers are where it is at bacon deserves to be for just breakfast and nothing more" She said as she took off her glasses and place them in her bag. She took her burger and took a bite then ate her curly fries.
"So after the food how much do we have left?" She asked as she ate her food then looked at him. It was important to find out how much they had left as they had to consider lodging in Vegas when they arrived there. Then they had to worry about Yamcha's cousin for a few days more after that. Bulma admitted to Yamcha that she was to at least play the slots when she arrived there.
When she was a child she had only been to Vegas, North City once at the age of five and during her short time there before traveling to Northwest City. It was amazing at the time and it looked amazing now, more improved even. That was one of the first years her father did not 'impress' the board at the convention making the trip and many others after that a waste of their time. So for years her father stopped going only inventing small things for the people in their area. It worked for the harder times of the year while her mother worked a part time job to make ends meet in their small town.
"About Five-hundred and twenty-one bucks, oh yeah and forty-eight cents." He said counting the remaining change of what he had left to his name since his cut off from his family.
"So when we get to Vegas what do you think we should do first the slots, I saw on one of those traveling shows. They fill up at night and work on like a timer or something. So we just check the slot in the early morning when they spill it could help us in Seattle." She said as she finished burger and looked dreamily at the stars.
"Now, now honey when we get there we will see. And I don't believe it works like that…" He said absent-mindedly as she finished his food then looked over at her as she almost finished her fries. He moved his hand over her hair rubbing it then tucked it in behind her ear, moving his hand down her shoulder. Which made Bulma shutter in delight.
Finishing her fries, she looked over at her boyfriend, "You don't think so huh?" she said as she looked at him with an eyebrow raised she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. She looked at him and kissed him again.
"Now where are we babe?"
"We are forty miles from Vegas but I know that tonight we stay in the car and we get a motel tomorrow afternoon after we play the slots."
"You know me so well babe" She said as she started to feel him under his pants.
"My Yamcha you want to waste a little time before I continue my work again?"
"Yeah honey I think I do" He said staring at his girl. He reached over to her pulling her into a kiss and rubbing her thigh, his other softly moving up her curves. It was wonderful and Bulma Briefs was all his.
"Mr. Ouji, the blackjack room has opened on the east wing. The banker needs you signature, sir"
Vegeta Ouji sat in a large leather chair staring at the wall of monitors. People of all walks of life passed over the screen. Thousands of people pulled levers, turned cards over placed bets in hope for the big pay-off that odds predicted would be well beyond their reach. His private security was on the ready and the room that housed them was in one of the galleys of the casino. They combed the areas needed catching anyone who would cheat his lovely system.
A coin of solid gold dating back in the 1880's went through his fingers, through each digit until it rolled to the pinky, then he began to roll it back again. He was bored as hell and it usually made him uneasy.
"Mr Ouji?"
"That will be all" He scribbled his signature and answered in an unimpressed voice. Alone a silence fell over the room disturbed only by the sound of the worker when closed the door on her departure. Coal black eyes like his father darted from left to right. Boredom. It ate at him like a cancer and with all he had he could leave Vegas however boredom would sure follow.
Vegeta was a self-made man. He owned several casinos on the strip and had just bought out the current one and renamed it. The Saiyan Tower had been his latest and greatest 30 story casino resort filled with five waterfalls, two shopping malls and inside and outside golf course. Places where former presidents played and the largest winning casino in all of Vegas, North City.
But what does a man like him who has done it all do next? Vegeta stared at the patrons of the casino milling around his slot machines and game tables like mice in a maze. He questioned that theory as he flipped the coin in hand rolling and dipping it from one finger to the next.
He hated the constant boredom. Maybe a trip to his sister's was in order, maybe seeing her soon with calm some of the boredom here.
"That was great babe" Bulma said as she straightened her clothes and spot cleaned herself. She turned to see Yamcha was up again. How could he want her again, with a huge sigh she looked away from him and outside of the car looking at the night sky. He was right she supposed that she was the only one that could fully keep him happy.
She chuckled for a moment keeping her focus, "We are really doing this Yamcha, this is our chance to get it all huh?" She said looking at the stars. After Vegas they will be sitting on millions from the capsules she could see the clearest picture of this.
"You have doubts honey"
"Well when Chi-Chi left she said—"
"Are you really listening to the girl who ran away from her poor father to be with some low life. Fuck Chi-Chi, she is such a hypocrite"
"She's my friend and I still talk to her"
"Who told you to stay when she clearly left"
Bulma didn't say anything else since Chi-Chi somehow had the money to bail him out the last time him and his friends went to the local store in the area and shoplifted a bunch of shirts. The owner at the time did not care how rich Yamcha or how his family ran the town he wanted to press charges. But she left it alone.
"Look I'm sorry. Okay? I didn't mean to say that about her or snap at you" He said rubbing her elbows. "We made it this far, let's not dwell on if we don't make it because we will"
"We just stick to the plan we have in place, go to Vegas, then move in to Portland which is 17 miles away from the convention. While you sell the product I'm going to find a job to help until we have enough money for ourselves. Then honey we can create the other prototypes you have been working on."
"In Vegas what if we get a thousand or more?"
"We still stick to the plan"
"But think about it Yamcha, it's Vegas. It's not Mountain Lake we could make so much with just one pull that you can throw it in your mother's face that she was wrong about us. About you failing her."
"Yeah I can see that" It would be nice to do that to his mother. She was a pain in his ass. But that was probably because he was her only child. And in her words she only wanted the best for him and damn having a heart.
"And by the way, why don't you call her and let her know" She said as she pulled out her books again but Yamcha stopped her by softly pinching her side to say that he didn't call his mother.
"Well we can call our parents when we get to Vegas. We may have some news for them. You know news that they feel that may not like but we won't care about."
"Huh? News, what news?" Bulma's eyes were wide for what her boyfriend had to say. "You must mean if we win there?" She said suspiciously.
"No not there but here, I already won with you, so Bulma Briefs will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
Bulma blinked a couple of times as he placed the small carat ring on her finger. Bulma looked at her finger again and again just staring at the ring that rested upon it. She looked back to Yamcha then the ring and shot up ask far as she could in the car. "YAMCHA"
"Honey you haven't answered my question will you marry me?" He said as he saw her look at her ring.
"Cost me a pretty penny I had to use some of the money from what we had to get it for you"
"Yes Yamcha, Yes." She giggled. Her man leaned forward and kissed her.
He drew her tongue into the mouth sucking it softly, possessing it. "I love you, Bulma" He moaned within their kiss. Bulma giggled kissing him again then looked at her hand again to inspect the small carat on her finger. Had he asked her in small town of Mountain Lake, she would have told him no because she wanted to live her dream and finally get the recognition she deserved, her family deserved. In her small town it was expected for women to be bare feet and pregnant to forget the fact that they wanted to be scientist, doctors, things like that.
"So look if we win in Vegas I'm going to replace this little thing with a bigger rock. Like the ones you read in those magazines in your spare time"
"I like this one Yamcha, but if you want to get something that will make dazzle more the I will not stop you" She said and he chuckled at her. She placed her book back down and looked at the sky again to see a light streak pass, she stared.
"Yamcha did you see that"
"Yeah I saw it"
"If memory serves me correctly then that's a good sign" She laid across his chest and look at the night sky together just enjoying each other. Both were ready for the world and all of the adventure Vegas, North City would bring.
"Oh" The lights and the vibrant people of Vegas made her love this place more. No longer did she have to look at the shows on TV, she was finally here. The bells, whistles one sound went off then another. The only issue is that she was losing. Bulma held her empty bucket with a golden ball with three red stars on the front of it next to her chest.
The lever she pulled down made the machine blocks spin and after a short while made a small ding noise that showed a cherry. Bulma's breath heightened as she then saw another cherry, then and a grape. The excitement was over and she frowned then rolled her eyes at her lost.
"Shit" she mumbled, her gaze slipped over to the left to see an older woman with so much jewelry on her person that it suffocated her. Her face caked with a string of makeup who looked like a washed up old doll. Her beautifully but very fake long pink acrylic nails tapped on the spin button in front of her. The bells kept ringing for her and money kept loading on her card but she didn't seem to mind it. She just kept playing and winning.
"How the heck does that hag keep winning" She mumbled under her breath. She finally surmised that money had to be the key. The lady had enough money to play and keep winning. She on the other hand needed more money to really win, a dollar here and there did not help her. If she had more she would win more and she knew it.
However, it pissed Bulma off to see the old woman hoard the machine from other patrons at the casino namely her. It was clear that she had received her payday now it was time for her to move on. She won again and Bulma wondered if she should get the hotel manager since there had to be some rule against her staying there. But alas it seemed like it wasn't anyone around so she settled for asking the lady herself.
"Excuse me" She said but the woman just continued playing.
"Excuse me ma'am" She tried again.
The woman kept playing.
"EXCUSE ME"
The woman blinked as if she hadn't left her spot for days instead of hours to look at her. She greeted Bulma with a warm smile. "Yes Dear"
"How much longer are you going to be other people want their chance at a hot machine?" She said frowning at her.
"Well—I, um…" She stumbled over her words as she looked up at Bulma shocked that she would even say that to her.
"Oh, never mind" She said walking away. She grabbed her bucket and stood from her seat. She walked around the casino thinking that she should go back and apologize to the lady. If her mother were around she would scold her for her disrespect, her anger at that point turned into embarrassment. This casino was at fault not her, it made her crazy. Her losing at these machines was making her crazy. Although it seemed like her family lost at everything because of the small town and the rich influences there she hated losing. She hated that fact that her father let them be in the losing seat because of class, on the other could not lose. That's why she hated the fact that she could not win at this.
She walked back to the entrance where her eyes lifted to the sign of the casino: The Saiyan Tower, Where Dreams Come True"
"Yeah right" Bulma chuckled. She walked back to her seat only to see that some else had taken it. It seemed like everyone had luck but them.
"Can I get you a drink?" The walking waitress asked her.
"Yeah thanks but no thanks" She said as she walked away to find Yamcha.
"Where is he?" She mumbled, nipping at the pink lip gloss on her lips.
"I WON" A man screamed two aisles over.
Bulma rolled her eyes "Of course you did" With a sigh Bulma traveled to the other side of the casino in search of Yamcha maybe he was getting lucky. She sure hoped he was getting lucky for them.
Table fifteen, sir. Got a pair of sharks on the grift."
Vegeta rolled his coin through his fingers. He observed the security monitor closely. The man stepped back for the security dealer to take on the game. The new dealer dealt a new game of black jack to see how far the shark would go. This one's technique proved to be smoother than the last. Before this table he cleaned four others. His left hand man Kakkarot or Goku to everyone else stood in back of the rest of the security detail smirking.
"How do you want to me to handle this Vegeta" He said. He had no remorse for the cheater who had attempted to cheat them. This business was his friend's and he would be damned if anyone would ruin what he had achieved so far.
Vegeta looked closely at the man. He had a knack for balancing his winnings with his losses. But in the end no one had that much luck. He sighed. The problem with today thieves was they came in all shapes, sizes, and nationalities. A week ago it was an Asian man in his sixties. The week before it was a White kid in his twenties. It was because of technology that they were as smart as there were, and the hunt for the game versus the gamer was an exhausting run around.
"Kakkarot, take him" He ordered his friend. His gaze switched away from the monitor with the usual disinterest and landed on a blue haired beauty who strolled along the less populated part of his game room. He waited for a moment to see if she would turn around so that he could see her face. She did turn and by the way she stopped and checked the aisle she was looking for someone.
The beauty wore faded jeans with holes throughout especially the holes near the curve of her hips. Her dark blue halter tied at the neck and fit nicely to her tiny waist under and near perfect rack. She was natural, fresh even. Words that he could describe her as when she finally turned into the angle of the camera lens and Vegeta got a better look. His vision sharp as he found himself lingering on her face. He absorbed the details until she gave what looked like a frustrated sigh then moved on. He moved on to constantly look at her. Until Kakkarot got him out of the trance.
"What level threat this time, Vegeta?" Goku said as he looked at the screen with him. As his eyes and ears he made sure everything was to his friend's liking, even seeing that his friend seemed to have a new interest. He wondered how long this would last and tried his best not to roll his eyes with his friend's trysts. There was only one woman in his lifetime that he could say had his friend's full attention and she was dead. But he of course said nothing just waited patiently for his answer.
Vegeta pocketed his favored coin. "Break his legs Kakkarot for starters. Find out who he is working for, you know who sent him. Looks like one of Tien Shinhan boys." He ordered then turned and walked out of the security room knowing that his friend would get the job done. Kakkarot always knew how to unleash the best torture for him. He couldn't ask for a better person to be with him on his current journey in life. Sure, his methods were barbaric. But in Vegas, North City, man things were never as they seemed especially at his casinos. He called out to Kakkarot again as a courtesy.
"I'm walking the floor" He announced on his stroll out of the office and to the elevators. He didn't wait for his left hand man and his crew as well as the doors too close before they went into action.
"What are you drinking sweetie?" The redhead asked as she sat with Yamcha at the bar. Immediately, he was reminded of apples and cinnamon. A fruity scent Bulma loved to wear along with others. Yamcha cut his eyes at the woman at his side like it was a trick or something.
"Beer" He said Gruffly.
"I'll have Merlot chilled, please" Arale said as if Yamcha had made the offer to treat her. The bartender nodded and began fixing her drink. Yamcha looked at her then at himself ready to object when she turned to him of her fake boobs. They were almost as big as watermelons to him just way too big. Not his cup of tea but the woman sitting next to him seem to think he was very interested.
"Beer? Yeah you look like a beer drinker." She laughed softly.
Usually Yamcha was a pretty reserved guy. If you didn't bother him he did bother you. But this chick was too much. She couldn't possibly be for real, right? He's heard of airheads, even banged a few but this giggle box seemed to wired.
"Like what you see sweetie?" she asked, running the tip of her pink tongue over her violet lips. Yamcha took the woman in from the freckles on her face to her bridge of her nose where he noticed the inflamed skin around her nostrils. She sniffed her then wiped her nose several times and then he saw it she was high.
"So what's up? You looking to party?" She pressed. The red wine had been placed before them. Her green nails plucked the red stem cherry from the bar behind the bar when the bartender wasn't looking and after a few seconds ate the cherry and show him the knot she made with her tongue. He looked away and smiled at the woman's talent. With an amused shake to his head, he quickly drank the rest of his beer.
"My name is Arale but I taste just like candy. Would you like to give me a twirl" She said purring, then she threw back the rest of the red wine as if it were a grape drink.
"So you're a hooker?"
Arale's eyed narrowed baring her teeth in anger. "Fuck off wannabe bandit. Fuck you and fuck off, dickhead" She huffed and walked away. The eruption of anger drew the attention of the few patrons lined along the bar. Her glared at her as she walked away. So what did he say to piss her off? The truth?
As if someone heard his thought another soft voice broke his thoughts, "Never called a hooker a hooker, sweetie." Yamcha looked over to his right end to see a dark blue haired girl with sparkling eyes and a heart-shaped face looked up from her drink. She gave him a seductive wink. Rising from her seat she tossed the tip to the bartender and sat next to Yamcha.
"So she was a hooker" Yamcha asked.
She laughed again, "Welcome to Vegas, North City. Hookers and gamblers are just the appetizer" She looked him over the directly back into his eyes. "You look green. What's your name sweetie?"
"Green? Why, because I'm not interested in buying a whore?"
The woman laughed. "No because you just let her stiff you with the drink."
Yamcha looked at the drink. "Shit" He groaned.
"I'm Launch, by the way." She extended her hand.
He looked at her trying to get a read on her but could not. She wore too tight jeans and a black tank top under a jacket that showcased her nicely proportioned chest.
"I'm, um, Yamcha." He said shaking her hand.
"Well Yamcha, not to worry I'm not a hooker. They call me Afternoon Delight when I'm on stage." She said. "Come check me out sometime. I assure there is something in it for everyone."
"No thanks" Said Bulma. She stepped up to the bar with her hands to her hips. Yamcha sat on the chair uncomfortably. The last thing he needed was a jealous Bulma. For one so pretty she sure turned green with envy when jealous.
The one called Launch looked from Yamcha and then Bulma slowly assessing her and smile slowly crossed her lips. "Like I said, welcome to Vegas, sweetie. Maybe you'll change your mind" She eyed Bulma. "Maybe not"
"Move on, ok!" Bulma snapped. Launch nodded and walked away flipping her dark blue hair around her shoulders.
Bulma slammed her hand on the bar table. "Ok what the hell are you doing Yamcha?"
"You heard her Bulma. Her name is delight, afternoons, something like that."
"I'm trying to get some more money in our pockets but you are sitting here flirting with some stripper!"
Yamcha sighed. "Please calm down Bulma you are making a scene. Besides we are running low on cash, we are down to about $200."
Bulma rolled her eyes "That's why I'm here. I won 70 dollars"
Yamcha eyed her. "How much did you lose?"
"$50, but Yamcha— "
"That's it. We need enough to get to Portland, Puar expects us in two days. So no more of this shit."
"But Yamcha, I have an idea. A good idea, Yamcha! Please just listen to my plan ok?" She said. Yamcha looked at her waiting on her idea and Bulma did not disappoint.
Vegeta eased into the seat at his bar. He pulled the glass ashtray cut into the shape of an ape. Rumor had it that he, Kakkarot and his sister came from an alien race called the Saiyans from the planet Vegeta. Over time his family name known as Kings and Queens came to this planet and became diluted, by sleeping with humans of Earth. His earliest stories came from his father who came from a King and was Vegeta Sr. Vegeta along with his sister found that although they had no power per se they were unusually strong.
There was only a few that had enough strength to beat him but that is a story for another time. From his side pocket of his suit jacket, Vegeta removed his cigar. He rolled it between his fingers testing it first then flicked his lighter. That amber glow brightened when he took his first puff filling him until he blew out the ash with a milky puff towards the bartender. Turning to his right slightly he looked at the couple sitting at his bar.
"Here you go Mr. Ouji. Dry from your private stock" Piccolo said placing the whiskey on the glass on the bar. The creamy beauty with the slight country slang whined to her boyfriend. Her voice carried over to him and he was interested. She was interesting. Different.
"What is your idea Bulma" Yamcha said sighing.
"What if we went for jobs here, you know work for the casinos in the area. We can raise enough money, then we can get married. It's a perfect idea see we work here and work our way up we can get to our destination"
Vegeta smirked. He took another looked at her bouncing breasts. They heaved and fell with each excited breath she took. He liked it.
"Being in this place is throwing us off Bulma. It is not the best plan to work in a casino honey. Our goal here was to play a little then get back on the road"
"But we can save up a little get back on the road and make it to the convention in two weeks, she wrapped her arms around his neck, cause I can't see myself sleeping with you on Puar's couch"
"So we do need the money, huh?" Yamcha smiled.
"Yes we do babe!" She kissed his cheek, rubbed his shoulder. "Come on babe money is at the root of all of our problems but we could satisfy it by fully doing out own thing here just for a moment. Then it's off to the convention. Bulma fingered his long hair. "So tell me if that is not a great idea, huh?"
"My ring is on your finger right?" Yamcha said sipping on the same beer as before.
Bulma checked her finger. The small diamond sparkled. "Well yes, it is babe" She extended her hand and wiggled her finger under his nose. It may be small compared some movie star's diamond but it's cute. "My Yamcha takes good care of me."
"Well that ring means you are my responsibility. If we happen to work then, it's on me. And that's only if we stay, that is. I'll get a job until we have enough money."
"And although I deal with scientific items but I do pretty good a computer maybe I can help there."
"Not going to happen. Not here, too many freaks and weirdos. Yamcha slammed his beer down on the bar. Vegeta flicked an ash. That got the bartender's attention, his eyes lifted to the couple, then to his boss. Piccolo could see the attraction clearly but said nothing.
Yamcha sighed. It's not safe for you Bulma. It's my job to protect you" He took her hand and kissed her ring. "Besides I made a promise to you when I put this ring on your finger. I will honor it. You won't regret leaving Mountain Lake."
"I would never Yamcha. Never." She said almost tearing up at him. She dropped her arms on his shoulders and squeezed. Then turned him around to look at her and kissed him softly.
Her kiss caught Vegeta's attention in a way that made his eyebrow arch.
"Now that we have that money we can try doubling it. I saw a machine that has our name on it." She said winking at him.
Yamcha ran a hand down the curves along her side. "Let's do it." He wanted to do more to her now that she was back.
Knowing his thoughts, she said, "None of that Yamcha, we have business to attend to. Win some money for me and I will let you take all of these clothes off."
Yamcha pulled a baseball cap from his side pocket, pulling it on his head then dropped his arm around her waist. "Let's hurry up and win then."
Vegeta flicked more ash into the crystal tray. He watched the couple with interest until they disappeared between the slot machines.
"Place dead boss? No action?" asked Piccolo as he looked at the direction of the couple that left his bar for a second then back to Vegeta.
"It'll pick-up"
"You planning on hitting the tables? You always seem to get the people going." Piccolo half kidded. Vegeta recognized the truth in what he said. He blended in with the customers pretty much unrecognized, except for gold diggers. Those whores could smell him a mile away, seemed to have a nose for his wealth.
Rolling dice could cure his current boredom. He'd hit the game room and draw in a crowd, or sit at the poker table and throw the keys of his Ferrari up to make it interesting. Was it legal? Well the winnings were reported, the losses not so much. But being golf buddies with the gaming commissioner had certain privileges.
"Yeah Piccolo, I think I'll do that." Vegeta said with a smirk. The little blue haired beauty lingered on his mind as well as her sweet accent over the winning chimes of the slots. She'd caught his attention twice now. That in itself was interesting. Very interesting.
Bulma checked around the casino again from Yamcha. The money had dried up. She knew he would be pissed. She lost sight of him again when he disappeared into the sea of people, heading to the bathroom. She was hungry, tired, and disappointed, she sulked. They had one more night at the horrible motel. Maybe they could figure out what to do next, and maybe they had enough to buy a pizza or something.
The Saiyan Tower had acclaim for being the grandest casinos in Vegas. Bulma had to admit, something about this place kept her juices flowing. She didn't know what it was about the spinning globes over the banks of slot machines announced million dollar prizes. The sounds of dropping coins filled her with hope. Besides her current goal of her invention she wanted so badly to win big.
She wondered why anyone wanted to play anything other than the slots. Roulette for instance looked like it was a waste of money. It was obvious the casino controlled where the ball dropped. And then there was card tables, where which all of them looked boring as hell. It was like a bunch a fat sweaty guys hunched over, staring at cards and concentrating in silence. No thanks.
Where the heck did Yamcha go? She thought as she looked again for her lost boyfriend. Bulma climbed the carpeted stairs, eyes searching the crowd. She instead heard laughter on the second floor and decided to scan the floor for the source. There was only one. People were shoulder to shoulder circling. Another cheer erupted like a blast of confetti. Other people started to surround the table taking out their money to play the game.
Now this game with the red dice and chips looked promising. She found it impossible to get a good read on the source of excitement. Watching the game in the background she saw that a Mr. Ouji was hot on six. Finally, there came a shift, a break in the line. Bulma seized the moment to see how to play the game by moving forward.
At the head of the crap table was a man, but not any ordinary man. This one had the look of a rugged soldier. He wasn't pretty or beautiful but stunningly masculine. If she was directing some movie, then he would be cast as a mafia boss or a secret agent.
Bulma couldn't take her eyes off of him. There was such an ease in the way he released the dice with a flick of his wrist. His dark suit looked like it could barely fit his broad buff body but he made it work. In all dark suit and tie were impeccable. Not a speck of lint and hair that defied gravity.
His physical charm had been just as striking, he wasn't tall maybe a couple inches taller than her but his presence was demanding. He had dark brows over a brooding forehead and a strong jaw line with a smirk that show one of his dimples. Bulma bit her bottom lip when he moistened his in the most sensual way. Then his gaze lifted and locked in on her.
Maybe it was had just been her imagination. Maybe he wasn't staring, she looked again, she was wrong; he winked at her. Even as the numerous women squealed for his attention and the pit boss pushed a tall stack of his winnings toward him, he held her stare. There had been a lethal calmness in his eyes. Tension coiled in the pit of her stomach and heat suffused her body. She feared her pale face was turning scarlet red.
Snapping herself out of their trance Bulma returned her focus to the green-felted table with bets being dropped from all sides. The stickman moved the bets to the right position on the marked lines and then pushed the red cubes of dice down to the shooter. Bulma stole another glance.
She wanted to see the magic happen. The stranger paused and again fixed her with an intense stare. Others followed his stare and focused on her. Was it something that she did, did she break a rule? Was this a private table?
She tried to slip back into the crowd but the man spoke.
"I need a little luck. Join me" There was an authoritative coolness in his voice that commanded her attention. It sent a tingle through her. Perhaps it was his manner that made him seem so intimidating, or the hard brilliance of his lovely coal eyes. No. It was the slight cynical curl to his lips that made her uneasy. It was like he was waiting on her. Now everyone looked at Bulma and she couldn't speak. She couldn't believe that he singled her out.
"Um, I don't have any money." She mumbled backing away. Others laughed. Bulma smiled, not sure if they were laughing with her or at her. The stranger with the coal eyes didn't. She wondered if he ever laughed, did he survive on that sexy smirk alone?
"It'll be painless, I promise." He said.
The floor man stepped behind her. "This was, Miss." He took her elbow as if royalty had asked for her presence. She allowed it. She was hand delivered to the man who was just two inches taller than her that smelled like money.
"What do I do?" Asked Bulma.
He stepped behind her. She was warmed in the cool casino by his nearness. His palm opened in front of her while he placed his free hand to the bend of her hips and whispered darkly into her ear.
"What is your name sweetness?"
"B-Bu-Bulma" She swallowed.
It was at this moment Vegeta was hooked.
Chapter 1 Complete
That was a long first chapter. I don't know if the next chapters will be as long as this one but hey you never know. Thanks