Over the next few weeks every time a client called for Bulma, Vegeta was her driver. She complained that he drove too wildly and was an asshole to deal with. He would roll his eyes whenever Goku would offer it to him and said he had better things to do but, he always took the job. Neither minded as much as they let on.
"Damn it!" Bulma cursed as her stockings ripped trying to pull them on.
"Having issues?" came Juuhachi's voice cool with amusement.
"This was my last good pair!" the blue-haired woman said frustrated and tossed the torn stocking away from her.
"Shopping trip." the blond suggested.
"Fabulous." Bulma replied and grabbing her purse off the table drug her friend downstairs.
"Goku we're going shopping for some new clothes tell Radditz not to book us." she called out to the dark-haired man crossing the garage towards them.
"Are you sure? Do you want me or Vegeta to drive you?" he offered.
"No thanks. We'll be back later." she replied and got into her own car for once, a blue Eclipse.
"Like we would want those buffoons following us around lingerie stores." Juu said as they pulled away. Bulma snorted and headed downtown.
"What do you think?" Bulma asked as she modeled an outfit for 18 to scrutinize outside a fitting room in their 3rd store.
"I think it looks great, the only problem is our clients won't." her companion dashed her hopes bluntly.
She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. It was a navy skirt a little above her knees with a slit up one side and a teal top that crossed in the back exposing smooth skin. Her shoulders dropped.
"Not slutty enough for working. I'm going to get it for me." she decided suddenly.
"You could wear it tonight. We haven't been to a club in ages." 18 said and picked out a trendy red top from a nearby rack.
"Terrific idea." Bulma stated happily and twirled once more to see her reflection.
Juuhachi shook her head at her friend and went to try on her selection.
If you were a passerby merely glancing at the two women walking past you, all you would see were young beautiful nicely dressed women and assume they were chatting about their boyfriends. No one would guess they were really prostitutes for they did not look as if they took drugs, were beaten or dressed especially revealing. The fact they didn't look like hookers at first glance was of some comfort.
They headed back to Radditz' place to get ready to go out.
"Where are you planning on going?" Radditz demanded as he came into her room without so much as a knock. She paused putting her make up on.
"Juuhachi and I are going to a club." she responded coldly.
"What happens when clients call requesting one of you?" he reminded her.
"They'll just have to settle for one of the other girls." Bulma didn't care that she was being snarky to her boss, she was going to have some fun tonight no matter what.
Radditz strode over and pulled her to him roughly.
"Don't tell me how to run my business." he snapped at her.
She tried to twist out of his grasp but he had her arms trapped behind her back.
"Let me go." she growled at him.
Instead of complying, he kissed her hard.
"Radditz!" Goku's shouted from the door.
He pushed her away at the sound of his brother's voice and turned to see Goku and Juuhachi standing there, the latter looking right pissed at him.
"I'll go with the girls to keep an eye on them." Goku said.
"What?" Bulma spluttered, but shut her mouth at 18's look.
"Fine. Take Vegeta with you as well." Radditz replied and left the room without so much as another look at her.
"Bastard." Bulma snarled after him.
Goku gave her a warning look and left.
"Why'd you tell him what we were doing?" she asked the blond still standing at the door. She checked her appearance once more and turned a questioning look to her.
"Please B, Goku knows what we're up to by now." was the response.
"Great, now we'll have babysitters why we're trying to have fun."
Her mood was not as pleasant as she had hoped to be when they sped off for the club, Goku and Vegeta riding in the car behind them. Luckily it seemed neither man was planning on following their every move and went off on their own when they arrived. Pleased as this turn of events the women made their way to the bar and ordered a drink. The music was blaring with heavy bass and lots of people were on the dance floor soaking it up. Bulma quickly downed her shot and made her way towards the grinding crowd. She soon found a guy to dance with and was oblivious to everything else.
'Stupid Onna' was the thoughts of a certain black-haired male standing off to the side watching her. Goku made his way over to Vegeta and followed his eye line.
"Do you really think she needs our protection?" he asked the shorter man curiously. He had been surprised that Vegeta agreed to come along. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly. A brief glance with a curved brow was his reply.
"She can take care of herself. She's tougher than she looks." Goku assured him before moving off towards a woman with long black hair who was beckoning him.
Vegeta wasn't ready to believe what Goku said but the scene that was unfolding under his watch soon changed his mind. The male that Bulma had found to dance with kept putting his hands where they shouldn't be and the blue-haired woman quickly slapped him and stepped off the dance floor with a huff. Vegeta chuckled to himself and was surprised as she made her way towards him.
"Tired of dancing?" he inquired with only a hint of amusement.
"The pickings of partners leave something to be desired." she said curtly.
They stood not speaking, watching the rest of the clubbers having a good time to the loud music.
"Buy me a drink?" Bulma asked suddenly with a sparkle in her eyes.
"Do I look like your date?" he snapped at her.
"Aren't you supposed to be my bodyguard? What if someone slips something in my drink and I get murdered? That'd cramp your reputation." she fired back at him.
Vegeta didn't say anything for a moment. He looked right pissed and she was sure she'd be without a driver. It was to her surprise therefore when he grunted in an irritated fashion but made his way toward the bar. She gleefully followed and ordered a margarita.
"Thanks Vegeta!" she trilled at him as he paid the bartender for the liquor.
"Now, what do I get out of it?" was his next question and he turned to look at her seriously.
"What do you want?" she asked warily and sat on a bar stool.
"I wouldn't leave that open-ended if I were you." Vegeta said.
"Alright...you get to dance with me." Bulma said as if this were a real treat.
"That's not something I want." he said irritably.
Bulma's eyebrows rose and she quickly downed the rest of her drink. She stood up with only the merest hint of a few drinks in her system and moved until she was inches from his face.
"Oh really?" she asked.
Deciding to have some fun, she ran her hand up his rock hard chest and leaned forward to whisper breathily in his ear.
"Please?"
Vegeta was not unaccustomed to having women come on to him, but perhaps it was that she was a professional that it was more effective. Either way, he found himself following the blue haired vixen on to the dance floor. She spun around to face him and started to rock her body to the heavy beat of the song. He simply watched her for a few seconds, the way her hips moved to the rhythm and she rolled her body was almost snakelike. Deciding he didn't mind so much he pulled her to him and started to dance with her.
Across the club Goku happened to look away from the gorgeous creature in front of him to scan the dance floor and spotted Vegeta and Bulma grinding against each other to the music. He was stunned momentarily, then the next second laughed to himself. He knew they were after each other. He saw 18 at the bar and excused himself from his conversation to speak to her.
"Check out our companions getting to know each other better." he motioned the blonde's gaze to the dancing mob.
"Took them long enough." she agreed.
"I wonder how drunk Bulma is." the innocent looking man questioned.
"Not too drunk to see who she is dancing with." 18 said with certainty.
Bulma had her back to Vegeta with her arms above her head and was slowly moving her body against his. He had his hands on her hips seemingly guiding her motions with his heated gaze. Right Here by Staind came on over the speakers and Vegeta turned the slender woman in his arms to face him. She thought he was going to leave after the song was over but he wrapped his arms around her waist. Happy she had hooked him Bulma laced her hands behind his neck and moved with him in a sensual flow of motion. Dancing was said to be as erotic as sex and the equivalent of it with clothes on, in this moment Bulma had to agree. Considering her 'profession' this was even more intimate than sex.
Vegeta knew he probably shouldn't be dancing this close with one of Radditz' girls but after all when did he ever go by the rules? There was something about the siren grinding against him that held his attention and curiosity. Generally one woman didn't hold his fascination for long, but he couldn't see himself getting bored with this one anytime soon.
I know this is shorter than the last one but this rounds the chapter out nicely. Thanks for the response of the last one, helps keep me writing this so keep the reviews coming!
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