A/N: Hey everyone! Three years fic. I tried to stay in character as much as possible.
"Oh my god, Vegeta, just come on!" Bulma argued over the intercom between the gravity chamber and the technical room outside of it. Her face was scowling over on the big screen inside the chamber as she watched the Saiyan Prince continue his training as if he hadn't noticed her at all. It's just one night that I am asking of you. Since Yamcha and I broke up, I have no one who will go to the bar with me! Chi-chi and 18 live too far away, and I will be damned if I take my parents." By this time, Bulma had straightened her ridiculous blue afro to soft wavy curls that fell loosely around he shoulders. The look was sexy, yet elegant on her.
Vegeta landed on the ground after punching halfway in the air at an invisible enemy.
"Leave me the hell alone, woman. I do not care, nor have time for your bar, whatever that is." Vegeta looked up at her on the screen over his shoulder.
"I have been so lonely lately, Vegeta, and I'm sure you have been too. You are alone every time I see you! I need to dance, and I'm sure a few drinks would do you wonders. I'm not asking you to take me out; I'm asking to take you out. Just agree already so I can go get ready!" Bulma begged with her sparkling blue eyes. Vegeta just huffed and continued punching and kicking.
Angry, Bulma snapped, "You are going to train yourself into an early grave, Vegeta, if you don't let your body rest for a little while. But if that is how you want it, fine. I'll just laugh at your funeral and say I told you so!"
Wretched woman, doesn't she ever shut up? Maybe if I agree, she will leave me the hell alone for a while and I can actually some work done in here! Vegeta thought as he once again landed on his feet, this time facing her.
"Fine. I'll go. But so help me, you aren't keeping me up all night, and you are not going to stand anywhere near me. I'll have a few drinks and leave when I choose to with or without you. Got it?"
"Oh yay! Vegeta, I promise you, you will have a good time! See you in the living room at about 9:30 tonight!" She cheered as she quickly blipped off the screen, and skipped to her room to get ready. She wasn't sure why, but Vegeta agreeing to go out with her tonight made her feel disturbingly happy… happier than she had ever been with Yamcha on even their most romantic of dates.
The time was just after seven, and she wanted to make sure she looked hot. Straight away, she got in the shower and made sure she shaved her legs, arm pits, and anything else she could think of because if she didn't get some ass tonight, she was going to consider the evening unsuccessful. Bulma knew the bar wasn't the classiest choice to find a good lay, but it has been a whole month and a half since she and her bandit boyfriend Yamcha had called it quits. Yes, she was still sad about it, but she was not about to let it get in the way of her life. Yamcha found himself a new girl, or rather a couple of new girls, and even though Bulma would love to beat the living shit out of each of the girls, not to mention Yamcha himself, she figured the best defense she had against him was indifference.
She finished her shower and looked into the steamy mirror with one towel wrapped around her torso, and the other around her hair. She drew a big heart in the steam on her mirror, winked at herself, and walked out into her room. Her closets were located across her room, in a small foyer leading from the door to the main hallway of the house. Dramatically swinging open the French-style sliding doors, she searched for something sexy to wear. About twelve outfits came to mind as she tried to figure out her sexiest look, and what colours look best on her.
White.
That was the colour she decided on, and she knew just the dress to wear. It was a skin tight white pleather dress that hugged her curves unlike any other garment she owned. It was square cut in the neck and dipped low enough to expose a fair amount of cleavage. The dress had no sleeves, but rather were tank top straps and the back dipped low to the small of her back. Stopping mid thigh, the dress more than qualified her dress requirements of the night. (A/N: I'll give you guys three guesses as to what music video I drew inspiration for this dress from lol)
I need to dance! She screamed in her mind as she turned on the stereo to her dance mix that she made several months ago. Immediately "Down" by Jay Sean blared through the speakers as she danced in her towel to her bathroom to pull out her blow dryer and get started her hair.
Baby are you down, down, down, down? Yeah, yeah!
"This is absolutely absurd; I am a warrior, not some weak earthling! I should be training, not getting ready to go out with that servant woman. Why must she pester me and keep interrupting my goal to ascend to a Super Saiyan, and surpass that low class clown?" Vegeta scorned himself as he showered off the day's sweat he accumulated over his day of training.
"It isn't like I am nice to her! I do nothing but yell at her and insult her, and it just seems to keep her around. Although, I am certain that if I am nice to the wench, that will not solve my problem either." The prince sighed as he finished his shower and stepped out of his en-suite bathroom to his room. He did not have the slightest clue what he should wear as he looked around at his one dresser, and his 97% empty closet.
He opted to just wear fresh fighting armor but something inside him said, no.
"Gah!" He clenched his fists.
Fine, I'll just wear these. Vegeta thought as he pulled out a pair of black jeans from his dresser. Until that moment, he wasn't even aware that he owned a pair of black jeans. Where had they come from? This material was unfamiliar to him, but seeing as he had no other options, it was the best he could do. In his closet, he noticed a plain greyish green, V neck shirt that hugged his muscles. Also in the closet, he saw some black shoes that worked with his outfit perfectly.
9:28 he thought after he glanced at the clock. Not knowing why, he took a quick glance at his mirror in the bathroom. Supposing he looked fine, he walked down to the living room with his arms folded as usual over his chest.
He took a seat on the couch that faced the staircase Bulma would be descending as he wanted to hurry and leave because the sooner they got there, the sooner they could leave.
"So, you've decided to go to town with my daughter?" Dr. Briefs walked into the room with his cat draped over his shoulder. His wife, Bunny, at his side.
"Oh, my, Vegeta! You look so handsome in those clothes! Oh my dear Bulma is going to have a hard time keeping the ladies off of you tonight!" Bunny clasped her hands together at her chest.
"Do you have any money, Vegeta?" Dr. Briefs asked already knowing the answer. Vegeta just grunted.
"Here, it's fifty dollars. It should buy you a few drinks, if you don't get the crazy expensive ones." He handed the money to Vegeta who gruffly shoved it in his pocket.
"While you are passing out money, how about giving some to your lovely daughter?" Bulma winked at her dad from atop the staircase.
"Well certainly, Bulma! Certainly!" her father chuckled as he extended a fifty to his daughter.
"Thank you dad, but I was only joking!" Bulma laughed as she started to walk down the stairs. Vegeta had never seen her look quite as stunning as she did then. As much as he didn't want to be thinking it, he knew she looked sexy. The material of her dress reminded him of old Saiyan armor, the kind his father wore. Her white shoes, her dress, her hair tied up in a messy bun with loose strands falling around her face and forehead, and her silver hoop earrings fit her air tonight. Perhaps, he was going to have fun tonight. . .
Vegeta get a grip on yourself! You are not going to have any fun tonight with this woman! Vegeta mentally scolded himself as he looked away toward the front door.
"Let's get a move on, woman!"
"Bulma. How many times do I need to repeat myself before it sinks in through that thick head of yours! My name is Bulma!" She swung her purse over her shoulder and walked through the front door with Vegeta following after her, his arms still crossed. The pair hopped into the taxi cab Bulma previously arranged to take them. She knew she would be no good to drive later in the evening.
"So, what is this bar thing, anyways?" Vegeta blurted as Bulma blinked at him.
"Oh, you have never heard of a bar? Hmmm, well, it is where alcohol is sold and people go to have a good time. Don't get me wrong, a lot of sleaze queens and man whores go to the bar, but for the most part it's all good. You just have to know which ones to go to." Bulma pushed her finger to her lips. "It is expensive, so I only go every now and then. Not to toot my own horn or anything, it isn't like I am strapped for cash, it is just that I could be spending my money on better things than getting drunk, you know?"
"Hn." Was his only response.
"You'll have fun once you loosen up a little! Just trust me, Vegeta." She winked at him and narrowed her eyes flirtatiously. Without even realizing it, she found herself scooting closer to him as he stiffened. With a sudden jolt, the taxi came to an abrupt stop in front of West City Bar and Grill.
Looks stupid, he thought as he shut the taxi door. Neither of them were carded as they walked in through the back VIP entrance - one of the privileges to being one of the richest women on the planet. They sat down in a sectioned off booth and Bulma ordered their first drinks for them.
"He'll have Blue Moon on tap with an orange slice, and I'll have a strawberry-mango margarita, please." Bulma smiled at the waitress.
"What is Blue Moon?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"Just a beer, I figured you would like something with flavor other than yeast, but still be on the manly side. My drink is what is considered rather girly although I know a ton of men who order them." Bulma answered as the waitress was already back with their drinks.
"Here you go! Let me know if you need anything."
"Thank you." Bulma sipped on her margarita. Vegeta took a sniff of his beer, and curled his nose with distaste. Knowing very well he has smelled worse things in his time, he took a swig and to his surprise rather enjoyed it.
"Not bad." He stated as he chugged half it down already.
"Woah there, cowboy, don't drink it so fast! How fast does alcohol affect you Saiyans? I don't think I have ever seen Goku drink a beer before!" Bulma laughed as Vegeta screwed his eyes up to think.
"I've only ever had wine once, and it was Frieza's. I was seven years old and I saw it sitting on the edge of his chair that he floated around in, he was standing up by the window gazing into space and so I took a sip. It tasted awful, so I threw it at the ground but immediately regretted that decision when he turned and looked at me. . ." Vegeta trailed off, unsure of what disturbed him more; the memory of the beating he received right after that, or the fact that he was talking to this earth woman about his past.
Bulma sighed, realizing what it must have taken for him to talk about Frieza like that, and just said, "Well, wine is really an acquired taste I hear. I have never really cared for it much either."
About eleven drinks later, the conversation carried on surprisingly smooth, and the alcohol was definitely swimming in their brains. By this time, she had found her way to his side of the booth, and they were speaking very close to each other.
"Re-remember that time I made you wear that p-pink shirt!" Bulma pushed a finger into his chest as he grimaced at the thought of the pink shirt, and not to mention, yellow pants. She was giggling like a teenager.
"Uhg, don't remind me. Burning those garments is still on my to do list, right after I reach Super Saiyan." Vegeta smirked with his eyes shut.
"But, you looked so cute in that Bad Man shirt, and you have got to admit, that title suits you. M-Mr. Bad Mann!" she ran her hand down his arm and sniggered while he savored the tingling feeling that was now running down his arms where her fingers traced.
What is that feeling in my arm? It happened when she touched me. The sober thoughts inside Vegeta were screaming at him to leave immediately, but the alcohol had other plans.
"Cute, huh?" was all he could think to reply.
"Yeah, but this outfit you've got on is amazing as well. I say we go show off to the world what sexy bitches we are and dance!" Bulma took her shot like a college student and stood up and extended her hand to the Saiyan Prince.
"Oh, not even inebriated will I partake in dancing." Vegeta smirked, refolding his arms.
"Okay, well you can sit here and watch me dance." Bulma said as he jerked his head in her general direction as she turned to go find someone to dance with. Not a particularly difficult task this time of night at a bar.
"It's my song!" Bulma cried out in joy as she found a group of people to dance with on the dance floor.
"Baby, are you down down down down? Even if the sky is falling down? Down Down!
You ought to know, tonight is the night to let it go,
Put on a show, I wanna see how you lose control.
So leave it behind cause we have a night to get a way
So come on and fly with me…" For whatever reason, Bulma and Vegeta made eye contact on the word fly.
"As we make our great escape.
Baby don't worry, you are my only,
You won't be lonely, even if the sky is falling down,
You'll be my only, no need to worry, baby are you down down down down.
Just let it be, come on and bring your body next to me, I'll take you away, turn this place to our private get away…."
Vegeta's eyes drifted and washed over her body as she swayed to the music, her arms in the air, with everyone else's, but in that moment, he could only see her in a sort of slow motion only he could feel.
"Hn." Vegeta watched her eyes rest on him more than a few times. What is this?
The waitress walked over to the table and set down two more shots, and the tab. It was two in the morning, and the bar was starting to shut down. Bulma walked over and slammed her shot with Vegeta and sat down in his lap. Normally, this would be a brave move on her part, but something in the air told her she was in no danger.
"Let's go home. It is our bed time." Bulma suggested as she got up before Vegeta nearly gave in to his urge to wrap his arms around her. The taxi was outside waiting for them, as they scrambled out of the door. She had her hand around his forearm, as they wobbled to the cab.
Finally home, Bulma exited the car laughing at something funny the taxi driver said. She paid the man and tipped him a hundred dollars before turning to Vegeta and motioning to "shh" as she didn't want to wake her parents. But we all know the drunk whisper.
"Vegeta, we need to get some sleep. T-Thank you for coming out with me, I had more fun than I thought, though I definitely thought I'd be dancing more." She drunkenly admitted as they were about to stop at her bedroom door.
"Hn." Vegeta grunted with a smirk on his lips, and it took all Bulma had to not pounce on him right then and there.
"Well, good night, prince V." She stretched out her arm for him to shake her hand. Vegeta paused for a moment.
"Gah!" Vegeta took her hand, pulled her close and closed the gap between them with his lips. She fell limp in her knees as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pushed her up against her door and deepened the kiss with his tongue grazing her perfect lips. His hands traced her thighs as she scratched his scalp with her fingernails.
"Oh! Vegeta!" she gasped as he nibbled on her neck. Keeping her eyes closed, she allowed her hand to blindly search for her door handle. She found it and opened the door as they dumped onto the floor with a great thud, but neither of them cared. She kicked the door shut from the floor as she was pushing her hands into his shirt. The moans intoxicated their minds furthermore as she managed to flip the both of them over.
She straddled his waist as she leaned over him, her arms extended over his shoulders. They breathed heavily for a moment, just staring into each others eyes.
Vegeta has always been the passionate character in anything he's put his mind to, so why would this be any different. He knew what he wanted, and at this point he would do anything to claim her. To have her. He grabbed her cheeks and neck and pulled her into his kiss, once more triggering a fiery lust between them.
The moonlight poured in on the sweltering fervor gasping and moaning in sheer pleasure upon the floor of Bulma's bedroom. He took off her dress as she tugged on the collar of his shirt and nothing ever felt more perfect in drunken honesty. He traced her body with his brawny hands, while her hands of velvet mapped out the contours of his muscles as they stole glances at each other.
"You want it, Vegeta. . . take it." She breathed in his ear as he flipped them over. Throwing the rest of their clothing aside, they gave into what would spark the beginning of a drastic change in their lives forevermore.
About four weeks later. . .
"Ugh, god. This has got to be an error." Bulma held her head in her hands as she leaned over the kitchen table, with a calendar sprawled on the surface. "One, two, three. . ." Bulma finished counting the days.
"What's the matter, Bulma?" Bunny walked into the kitchen finding her white frilly apron to begin cooking breakfast for the household.
"I'm late." Bulma stated in a dead, monotone voice that seemed not to belong to her.
"Hmm?" Bunny answered, knowing it was unlike her daughter to be late to any appointment or gathering. Then she glanced at the calendar her daughter was burning holes in with her eyes.
"Oh my! OH my!" Bunny didn't know whether she should jump for joy, or do nothing.
"Yeah." Bulma sank lower in her seat.
"Hn." Vegeta grunted as he walked into the kitchen, shirtless as always with a towel around his neck. He grabbed a glass of orange juice off the table.
"Bulma's late for her period!" Bunny blurted out as Bulma's face turned blue with horror as she heard the words spill out of her mother's mouth. Little did Bunny know who Bulma last fornicated with.
Vegeta choked on his orange juice.
"MOTHER!" Bulma shouted as she stared into the eyes of the prince standing before her.
Vegeta just locked his eyes on the blue haired genius. They were wide, and full of shock. Bunny looked at them both as if she were watching a tennis match. Back and forth, back and forth her head darted between the two as Bulma felt as though she were about to faint.
Playing stupid, Vegeta said, "So, how does that pertain to me? I don't care about her womanly cycles." He finally looked away, up to the ceiling.
Bulma coughed and stared at him. The seconds creeped by slowly, while the tension in the room grew exponentially.
"Bulma darling?" Bunny's eyes popped open as she noticed flames raging in Bulma's eyes.
"IT'S YOUR PROBLEM, BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KNOCKED ME UP!" Bulma clarified in a fit of rage. Vegeta broke the orange juice in his hand to dust.
"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO MADE ME HAVE SEX WITH YOU WOMAN, SO DO NOT BLAME THIS ALL ON ME!"
"OH, SO I RAPED YOU THEN? Well, I say it's hard to rape the willing. You were all for the idea. In fact, I do believe you were the one who initiated the whole thing! So before you go pointing fingers, Vegeta, you better make sure your hand is clean." Bulma stood tall in his face, her fists planted firmly on her hips as she made her point.
"Leave me alone!" Vegeta retorted as he turned around and headed straight back to the gravity chamber.
"Run! That's just like a coward! Go on, Vegeta! Get out of here while you can! I knew you weren't going to be man enough to handle this. Suit yourself you jerk!" Bulma huffed as she stormed up to her bedroom, leaving Bunny alone and confused.
A/N: Finished! Review and tell me what you think? Think it is good all on its own, or do you think I should add another chapter or two? I love feedback. :)