Summary: The power and passion, the flashy lifestyle, it had all been so easy to get used to. But life as consort to the Ouji clan's heir was no bed of roses. The moment she met Vegeta, Bulma's life became edged by darkness, the secrets seemed to pile up around them and she quickly realized her emotions was no longer her own to control. What would happen when some secretes were revealed?

This Vegeta x Bulma fic is co-written with the wonderful Nala1588, who also has tons of art for this story over on her tumblr (Nala1588 tumblr dot com)

The Temptations of the Syndicate is rated M for sexual content and violence, dont say we didnt warn you...

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Prologue

The apartment lay in darkness, the light from the smashed lamp turning on and off where it lay on the bedroom floor was the only thing revealing his presence, the flickering light made his obsidian eyes glimmer menacingly in the shadows. With tears streaming down her face, the woman's clear blue eyes was pleadingly gazing up at him from where she lay on the bed.

"Please, I'm so sorry, I never meant for anything of this to happen… please, I-" She tightly grabbed the arm of the mutilated body next to her. Her lover's murky eyes was staring unmoving up at the ceiling, blood trickling from the circular hole between them.

The young man calmly shrugged off his expensive jacket, neatly folding the dark fabric over the back of one of the chairs in her bedroom. The heart wrenching sound of the woman's cries seeming to affect him in no way. With a sigh, he ran his hand through the dark flame of his hair, loosening the tie around his thick neck, allowing it to join the other piece of clothing.

Seeing his indifference, she began sobbing harder, her bloodied hands coming up to cover her young face. "I'm sorry!" She howled, praying someone would hear her.

Rolling up the sleeves, he held the knife between his teeth, the muscles of his tattoo covered arms flexed in anticipation. He had always prefered a bladed weapon to his guns, there were so much one could do with them.

As his gaze rouse to meet hers, the woman let out a cry and started crawling backwards over the once white cotton sheets. "No you can't, not to me. Please, I love you, I do… I really do!"

He placed a knee on the bed, careful to avoid the pool of blood and brain matters. Gently, his fingers reached out to caress her frightened face, wiping the falling tears away from her cheek.

The woman nodded, smiling desperately up at him. "Yes… yes, you know I do…you know I could never love another, only you."

He regarded her with a dark passion, his full lips hovering over hers as she obediently leaned into his embrace, his warm breath fanning over her clammy skin.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

The blue eyes widened, he never smiled. The strong hands which had once intimately caressed her body, now clamped tightly around her throat, completely preventing her from breathing.

He smiled sweetly down at her, amusement playing in the obsidian eyes as he watched her struggled beneath his grasp. "Sweetness, you know I don't like secrets…You betrayed me.." He accused, inhaling her sweet scent of blood, fear and salty tears.

Her face had turned red, her lips numb and blue, panic grasping her form as she tried to shake her head.

But with force, he made her nod instead. "Now, let's not make our last words be those of lies…"

Swiftly, his hand released his grip on her, reaching up to cover her mouth as he roughly tilted her head backwards, exposing her throat to the blade of his knife. The blue eyes widened in shock as a the steel cut her delicate throat, severing the windpipe, he had deliberately allowed the blade to slice through the major veins, enjoying as steady stream of blood colored both his shirt and the sheets red.

He released her, allowing her to slid down on the bed next to her lover, watching as she began to choke on her own blood. Bending down, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, stroking the blood soaked hair away from her beautiful face.

While she was still alive to watch him, he raised his hand and allowed his tongue to dip out and he slide over the cold steel, the coppery taste of his mistress's blood coating the back of his throat.

Darkness fell over his features as he sneered. "Never...fuck...with the Oujis!"

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Only an appetizer of what is to come...

xoxo

~Nala1588 & TMP~