Moonlightings
A/N: So I am trying to get back to writing because I love to do it. I miss writing. So, be honest about this B/V story I am starting. Is this a "Ye" or "Na"? I love reviews so please drop one, reviews make me update faster.
Bulma pushed her long turquoise bangs out of her beautiful face, she looked at her self. Flawless. This was not where she should be at the moment. She was supposed to be a good girl in her house that was on the school grounds. It was her first day on this planet and she was already planning how to make it epic for herself. As she twirled her hair around her finger she looked at the door opening in the luxurious bathroom. It was more girls flowing in. Bulma smiled at them and continued observing herself in the enormous floor-length mirror. As she applied her fire hydrant red lipstick stick she listened to the alien girls speaking in a foreign languages.
Bulma chuckled to herself, she was the alien on this planet.
She adjusted her emerald green mini dress and gave herself an once-over before walking away. The music was pumping at the door begging her to come and play with it. She did as she felt was right. Although she was alone in a club, she was surrounded by most distinguished crowd in the galaxy. Bulma was a part of that group, but she wasn't a part of that group. Her hips swayed as she walked through the massive crowds. Her heels clapped down on the marble dance floor and she just walked as elegant as she could with the drunken people surrounding her. As she made her way to the end of the dance floor she stopped. There were two huge men standing by a door that would lead her upstairs. It was the VIP section for the most elite crowd. One of the men stopped her as she proceeded to the door.
"Excuse me ma'am, but this section has been reserved for a party tonight" A large grey man said wearing a suit and tie. Bulma just looked at him and just rolled her eyes she had never been turned away from a VIP section before.
"She's with me, Brutus". A deep bass filled voice spoke behind her. Bulma only turned around and looked at the man who had just vouched for her. He was breath-taking. His sex appeal was oozing from his oh-so cool demeanor. He stood there with his dark features and widow peak as he spoke to the bouncer. Bulma watched as the two men straightened up as the young man spoke.
"Of course, Prince Vegeta. I wasn't aware she was with you". The grey man who had just denied her said as he opened the door and bowed at the waist to him. Bulma only smiled as even his named demanded respect. He held his arm out for her to link on to and Bulma did not hesitate to link on to him. The young prince said no more as they stepped in the elevator together.
"You know…I could have gotten myself in without your help". Bulma said as she took her arm out of his. He only cocked and eyebrow to her. He heard her voice, but did not hear her words. Her green dress showed off her lean figure. Her dress was long sleeved and had a deep V in the back of the dress. Vegeta craved to know more about the blue haired vixen he had just gotten past security.
"If you want I could tell them I was mistaken." Vegeta said as he leaned against the elevators wall. He smirked as he finished his retort. Bulma laughed a bit as the elevator began to lift them to the third floor.
"That's your choice, but something tells me you didn't do it out of the kindness of your heart. Men always want something from me". Bulma said as she mimicked his gesture of leaning on the mirrored wall. He cocked an eyebrow to her and just looked without trying to seem so hungry for her.
"Women, you maybe beautiful, but I have more class then most. Do not mistake me for other men". Bulma felt her heart flutter as he spoke about her. Beautiful was what he called her. It wasn't that it had never been spoken before. It was the way his words were velvet in her ear. Bulma snapped back as the door opened and the scene was instantly different from that of down stairs. There were cocktail waitress strolling the room with drinks and varies food items. The music was more subtle then the normal speaker pumping club mixes. The most noticeable thing were the people they were all so polished and beautiful.
"You can join me at my table, unless you're meeting someone". Vegeta said smoothly as he walked out the elevator, he looked back at her waiting for an answer. Bulma only smiled and walked out with him.
"You sure you don't have a pretty face waiting somewhere for you, your majesty." Bulma said as she stopped walking with him.
He only chuckled at her question. "Woman, I'm the Prince of all Saiyans. I could have legion of women waiting for me if I choose, but to answer your question. No, I do not." Bulma only shook her head at his arrogance. She noticed all the stares that came her way as she walked with him. She linked arms with him, because she staring made her uncomfortable. Vegeta didn't seem to mind at all. They walked together until they entered a room that looked like it was made for royalty.
Only two other people were there and it was two guys playing a drinking game as they watched some sort of sporting event on TV.
"Damn it that's another one for you Kakkarot." The shorter man said as he cheered for his team. "Fine, Terlo. I'm choosing the next game." The man said with spikey hair that shot out everywhere. Bulma stood in the door way and smiled as the man took a shot of the hard clear liquid.
"What game is this"? Bulma said as she took a seat on the comfortable leather couch. It wasn't until she spoke did the two slightly impaired man noticed her. Vegeta sat next to her and rolled her eyes at his friends playing stupid games.
"Oh hot damn who is this Vegeta"? Terlo said as he didn't pay any attention to her question. The man was shorter than the other but his hair seemed to be maintained. It was pulled back into a braid and his eyes were a hazel color. He looked like a human minus the tail he had around his waist.
Bulma looked at him and only chuckled at the man's expression at her beauty. "I'm Bulma. I don't even think he knows my name, to be honest". Bulma said smiling to the Prince on her left. She was right he didn't know her name. All he knew was she was beautiful and worth his time. He didn't think much of anyone was worth his time more less, the undivided attention she clearly deserved. Then her name rang a bell in his head. He knew she wasn't just an anybody.
"Wait, you're Bulma Briefs! The richest person under twenty-five on Earth. I saw your picture in the news. You own like half of everything!" Terlo yelled obnoxiously. Kakkarot only smiled at his intoxicated friend. As Vegeta only began more annoyed with the Saiyan in his presence. He didn't give her a chance to reply before the other spoke.
"Well it's nice to meet you Bulma. Terlo, let's go find that girl who gave me her number earlier. Maybe she has a friend." The taller man said pulling the drunken one away. Bulma only looked at Vegeta and smiled.
"Do you want to get a drink"? Bulma asked looked at the young prince who resided on her left. He smirked at her. He stood and cocked his head to the side.
"Woman, if you knew the day I had you wouldn't have to ask that". Vegeta said as he let her walk in front of him. It was only so he could get a better view of her from behind. The room began to fill up more with people on the dance floor. Bulma subconsciously grabbed Vegeta's hand as they walked through the crowd. She smiled as he didn't pull it back. There was only one seat left at the bar and he allowed her to take it as he stood close to him.
"What kind of day does a Prince have"? Bulma said as she spoke closely to his ear so he could here. Vegeta leaned down to her war. She felt his warm breathe on the nape of her neck as the tingle went down her spine.
"If I see you again. I'll tell you". Vegeta said smoothly. Bulma's crimson lips curved into a smile at his slick words. "Deal" she said as Bulma waved over the bartender.
"Do you want to play a game"? Bulma asked as she ordered two glasses of clear liquor. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow to her. He was game to play whatever she wanted. Plus, he was one of the most competitive people in the universe, and so was she.
"What kind of game"? Vegeta asked grabbing the drink she ordered. Bulma turned over her shoulder and looked at him. Bulma wandered how tonight would end up as she was in the presence of the Prince. She knew he was like any young guy. He was thinking about sex and she was too, but she wasn't going to be that girl. She refused to ever be that girl for anyone, even if he was a prince. So, she decided to have some innocent fun with him.
"Ok, the game goes like this. I'll tell you two lies and the truth. You have to decide which is true. If you choose right, I drink. If you choose wrong, you drink. Fair?" Bulma asked as she took the glass in her hand. He nodded to her and drank the first glass he had. Bulma understood that he wanted to start the night off right and took her own shot.
"I'll go first. I'm a virgin. I'm an awful driver. I don't like flying." Bulma said as she stared down Vegeta. He only looked at her and didn't want to seem like an ass by guessing what he was really thinking. He wanted some sort of chance of getting somewhere with her.
"I'm guessing you're a virgin". He said knowing he would have to drink. Vegeta looked her over again. There was no way a body like her's hadn't tempted numerous men. Bulma only smiled to him coyly and waved the bartender over.
"You caught me. I've never done the deed". Bulma said as she asked for another shot, but this time the bartender returned with a darker liquid. Vegeta didn't want to seem so surprised that she was pure, but he was. He laughed to himself as she began to drink.
Bulma paused to ask him about his snickering. "What is so funny"? Bulma asked as she finished drinking the liquor that burned all the way down.
"Woman, you are quite literally the most alluring women I've ever seen and you're telling me no one has ever been good enough to bed you"? Vegeta said in more of a matter-o-fact way instead of like a true question. Bulma looked at him and huffed her breath as she began to laugh.
"Wow…I'm not sure if I should thank you or be offended." Bulma said as she turned to him looked him in his dull onyx eyes. She bit her lip as she pushed her bangs out her face. He felt a heat rising in him as the look she just gave him started a fire in his chest.
"Take it however you want, woman." Vegeta said ordering them both a drink and throwing a large bill on the counter to pay for the drinks she had ordered. Bulma grabbed the drink he handed her and she felt his hand curve around her waist. Vegeta saw his bimbo friends and decided to take his encounter somewhere else. He was ushering her away from the bar and she was going to allow it. They stopped in another section of the club. It was a sky bar and no one seemed to be up there but a couple of patrons.
Bulma took a deep breathe in of the fresh air. She looked down at her watch and sighed softly. She had a very early morning tomorrow and knew she need to get going, but she didn't want to leave the moment. He watched her as he leaned on the railing of the roof top. Vegeta looked at the perfect stranger and walked closer to her. He stood behind her and placed his hands on the rails. His hands were placed on either side of her hips as they both held on to the rail. Bulma felt the alcohol start to take effect as she felt the warmth of his body touching her's. A smile crept across her face as she laid her head back onto his shoulder.
"Be careful woman. I might think you want more of me". Vegeta said as his hands wrapped around her petite waist. Bulma cherished the feeling he was bringing to her soul. It had been so long since anyone had made her feel so… wanted.
She turned her body around in his arms and looked into his eyes once more. This time the glimmered as the moonlight reflected in them. The natural thing to do was to wrap her arms around his neck and press her lips to his. Vegeta didn't hesitate for a moment to kiss her back. His kiss was firm and sensual as they connected to with one another. Bulma moved her lips in unison with his as they closed the gap between their bodies. Vegeta took the initiative to push the kiss further, as he slid his skilled tongue in her mouth. As he craved her taste. She tasted like the sweetest strawberry. Bulma pulled him closer as she ran her hands through his spiked mane.
His kiss was driving her into a lustful craze. Bulma could have stayed there forever. She could have fulfilled his wildest dreams. Bulma pulled back sharply as she heard his name being called. They both looked in the direction of the voice. It was a female who didn't look very happy with the scene she was witnessing.
"Vegeta what the hell are you doing with this second rate bakka?" The girl yelled as she stood at the door of the rooftop. Vegeta didn't let go of Bulma until he felt her pull away. Bulma looked up to him looking for an explanation. Bulma didn't know what a bakka was, but she figured it wasn't good.
"Go the hell away, Emil". Vegeta said in disappointment as he felt he was getting somewhere with the blue haired vixen.
"Vegeta do not speak to me like that. I deserve some damn respect. I was your wife. It wouldn't kill you to show me some respect". The women yelled at him. Bulma only looked at him and wondered what drama she just became a part of.
"I suggest you walk away before I show you how respectful I can be Emil." The girl with long brown hair only looked at him and growled. Literally, Bulma wondered what exactly she was because she saw the same tail that the other guy had. The girl turned in her red dress and headed back in, but not without a spring of curse words following her departure. Bulma took the drama as a cue to head home.
"I need to go, I have a long day tomorrow." Bulma said biting her lip as she squeezed between him and the railing. He could have killed Emil for her disruption. Vegeta knew his moment was over. He only stepped back and let her pass him.
"Maybe I'll see you again." She said as she headed toward the door.
He had to see her again…