Here's a new chapter! I have thought this fic over and I realized that
through the chapters it'll get a little dramatic, but not as much as 'The
Bet'. This chapter covers the date and it has a surprising end, so I wont
keep you.
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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters, DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama, FUNimation, Toei and the others I don't even know of.
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Swept Off His Feet
"Wow, Bulma you look very pretty," Chichi said as she walked into Bulma's room. She was wearing a black dress that looked like a two piece. The shirt was sleeveless and it tied at her shoulders and the neck was loose, the back was completly open and it fell loosely to the small of her back. The skirt part was knee length and she wore black stockings and black knee-high boots. Chichi had curled her short blue hair and done her make-up and outlined her eyes to accentuate the cerulean color.
"What are you wearing Chi?" Bulma asked as she felt around to sit on the bed.
"I'm wearing a burgundy dress that has thin straps and goes down to bellow my knees, its really cute because when I twirl in it, it flares out," Chichi giggled happily. "Oh and my hair is down and curled at the tips!"
Bulma nodded and motioned for Chichi to come sit next to her. "Chichi, I want you to do me a huge favor. When we get to the restaurant please keep an eye out for me, and watch that Vegeta guy closely. I can't trust him to well yet," Bulma said seriously.
"Sure, but don't worry, he doesn't look like a crazy mad man. He's a very good looking guy and he looks like those important business men, yesterday he was wearing really fancy clothes, I wonder why he was shopping at the mall when you can clearly tell he can afford way better than that," Chichi said.
Bulma rolled her eyes and laughed. "Maybe he likes to go to the mall and pick up unsuspecting one-night-stands," Bulma put in.
"You can sure use one Bulma, your getting a bit stuck up," Chichi snickered.
"Yeah, look who's talking," Bulma laughed hard. Chichi's eyes narrowed but then the door bell rang. "That must be him, how do I look?" Bulma asked.
"You look beautiful, so pretty I feel jealous," Chichi took her hands and led her to the door. "Here's your coat," she said handing Bulma a long navy blue overcoat. Bulma put it on and Chichi opened the door. The man exchanged a few words with Chichi and then spoke towards her.
"Ready?" His deep voice rumbled in her ear, Bulma nearly jumped and nodded. "Alright let's go," he took her hand and led her outside. Vegeta looked at her and smirked, she was wearing a coat so he had no idea of what she was wearing underneath, but otherwise her face looked beautiful.
"Where are we going?" Bulma asked as he carefully guided her into a car. He was driving a sleek black Lexus, but only Chichi was able to appreciate the nice car. She waved at Vegeta and he nodded his head in aknowledgement and opened the door for her to get in. He then walked to the driver side and got in.
"See, where we are going is a surprise, you wait and then I will let you know," he said as he drove.
"Good, because I can't see," Bulma joked. Vegeta grimaced and at his accidental pun and kept driving. "So who is the guy you set Chichi up with?"
"He's my right hand man in business, he is going to meet us there. He was a bit reluctant at first but then I told him that your friend was pretty," he said and watched with a smirk as Chichi blushed. "She's blushing right now." He whispered to Bulma.
"Whenever she is complimented on her looks by a man, she always reacts like that," Bulma laughed. "At least tell us what his name is!"
"His name is Kakarot and he's going to meet us at the restaurant so sit tight for a few more minutes," he said. Bulma nodded and finally the car stopped.
The valet guys opened the door but then Bulma heard Vegeta's voice tell her to watch her head and taking her hand. She stood from the car and felt him place her hand on his arm. Bulma marveled quietly as she gripped a strong and muscled bicep, wondering if the rest of his body was this well 'proportioned.'
Then she laughed as a thought entered her mind. "What's so funny woman?" he asked.
"You should feel very smug," she said as they began to walk.
"May I ask why?" he sounded amused.
"Because you have a beautiful woman clinging to your arm," she laughed softly.
"Now who lied to you and told you you were beautiful?" he chuckled. Bulma smiled shyly and blushed a bit at her next question.
"So you think I'm ugly?" She asked innocently.
"No. You're not, in fact I must say you are the most beautiful woman in this restaurant," he whispered softly. Bulma blushed out right after that, and she heard him chuckling.
They stopped and Bulma listened intently as Vegeta spoke to someone.
"Mr. Ouji, its a pleasure to have you here, will you be using your reserved table?"
"Yes I will, this lady is with us also but she will be meeting with my associate Kakarot has he arrived?"
"Yes sir, he got here about ten minutes ago," the man responded very politely.
"Thank you, please guide her to his table and everything they order charge it under my name," Vegeta responded.
"Very well sir, madam may I take your coat?"
It took Bulma a few seconds to realize he was asking her, but Vegeta was already helping her remove her coat. "Thank you," she said softly.
"Vegeta, would you mind if Chichi and I step into the ladies room?" Bulma asked.
"That's fine, but when you come out tell this man here to guide you to your table, ok?" he asked her and Chichi. Both women nodded and walked towards the restrooms.
Once inside the bathroom, Bulma turned to Chichi. "Chichi please describe to me this place, do I look ok? How does he look?" Bulma asked nervously.
"B, relax you're acting as if your going to have a nervous breakdown!" Chichi shook her a bit.
"I think I am Chi, I have never felt so nervous!" Bulma said shakily.
"You haven't been on a date in a long time either, that's why you feel like this," Chichi said calmly.
"Somehow I have a feeling that he is a very important guy and that one way or another I'll mess this dinner up. So tell me how does he look and how do I look," Bulma said seriously.
Chichi snickered softly. "Fine. He looks like a very important business man, I think he's wearing a very expensive suit, and he looks every bit as sexy as he sounds believe me. As for you, you look beautiful. That dress goes nice with you and your hair looks very pretty, so stop worrying. I should be the one freaking out. Your date set me up with someone I don't even know," Chichi laughed. "Just relax and have fun, and you'll see that tonight will be a night you will never forget. Oh and by the way, this looks like a fancy ballroom restaurant," Chichi said lastly.
Bulma nodded and hugged her friend. "Thank you Chi, but promise that when we get home you'll let me know how your date went?"
"Only if you do the same," Chichi replied. Bulma nodded and Chichi pulled her out of the ladies room. Bulma took a deep breath and willed her nerves to calm down. They were taken to their own tables and Vegeta helped her sit.
Right when she had been taken to the table, Vegeta had been able to take his first good look at her. The black material contrasted with her pale creamy skin, and her hair brought out the blue in her big beautiful eyes. She walked with the aid of the attendant that had been at the front door, and she seemed to light up the room with her mere presence.
She sat down and smiled. "Did you miss me?" she asked with a small giggle.
"Only because I haven't ordered my food," he chuckled back. Bulma smiled and nodded. She left her hands on her lap and started fidgeting. Vegeta looked at her face and smirked. "What would you like to eat? They have everything."
Bulma thought a moment and sighed with a small shrug. "What would you recommend?"
Vegeta looked through the menu and looked at her, "Well, there's the red salmon, or maybe you want a soup? You tell me," he said.
Bulma cleared her throat and nodded, "The salmon sounds good."
"Ok," Vegeta replied as he called the waiter over. He ordered the food and some white wine for them both.
He sat back and crossed a leg over his knee(Guy Style) and looked at her. She started to fidget again and he smirked. "Why are you so nervous?" He asked.
"I haven't gone out with a man in a while," she said shyly.
Vegeta chuckled softly, "That is fine with me, but just relax. We are here to have a good dinner," he replied.
"Well, when the food comes just let me know where the food is on the plate, the utensils I can find myself," she said as she let her hands feel around to 'see' where they were.
"Ok," he said as he watched her carefully trace the silverware that was on the table.
When the food arrived, he explained to her where things were and she awkwardly began to eat her food. She was so nervous that she ate half and then just stopped.
Vegeta finished his food quickly and looked over at her. "You're full?" He said before taking a sip of wine.
"Yes, it is delicious but I can't eat another bite," she said with a small smile.
"Would you like dessert or anything else?"
Bulma shook her head, "no, thank you. Why don't you tell me about you?" She said as she leaned back and crossed her legs.
"There's not much to say, I'm a simple business man that wanted to work his way up," he said.
"What kind of business, if I may ask," Bulma said.
"I am the owner of a sports company," he said slowly.
"That's nice," Bulma replied. Vegeta stood quietly without making a noise and walked slowly towards her. Bulma tried to listen for any noise he made and sighed.
"Would you care to dance?" Vegeta whispered against her ear, making her jump.
"Is this a restaurant where you can dance?" Bulma asked.
"No, but it can be if we wanted it to," he whispered again.
Bulma smiled and nodded, he then took her hand and they moved away from the table, the soft jazz music drifted their way and she felt his strong arms wrap slowly around her small body. She leaned her head against his face and took in the masculine scent of his cologne, it was spicy and pleasing to her nose.
Her eyes slid closed as she felt his warm soft breath against her cheek and she just followed his lead and moved her slim body against his. He wrapped both arms around her waist and let them rest at the small of her back, but then Bulma pulled her face away from his and bit her lip softly.
"Can I ask something of you?" She asked shyly.
"Of course, what is it?" He rumbled softly in her ear.
"Can I...... can I touch your face? That's the only way I can somehow picture you in my mind. I bet its nowhere near what you look like but I have been taught to do it anyways," she said softly.
He gave a small snort, "Trying to picture my handsome face?" Bulma laughed and nodded. "Go ahead," he replied.
Carefully her hands went up his strong shoulders, up his neck, and to his chin. Her hands traced over a strong squared jaw, his high cheekbones, and over his thick eyebrows. Her small fingers softly touched over his closed eyes and they moved over the big forehead and traced the high widow's peak. She then sunk her fingers into the thick spikes of his hair and they ran all the way to the tip of his flame like hair.
"You were right when you boasted about being handsome," Bulma laughed softly. His eyes were still closed and her fingers were over his cheeks, but then slowly, almost reluctantly, Bulma removed her hands from his face. His eyes opened to see her face really close to his.
"I'm always right," he said arrogantly. He then looked at her eyes. "If you don't mind me asking, or if this is a sensitive subject don't answer, but how is it that you lost your vision? Or were you........... born that way?" He asked carefully.
Bulma smiled sadly, "Its ok, I've gotten used to it. I wasn't born this way, and I was ten when it happened, I had-....... have a love for horses and my father owned some stables. He had just recently passed away and I was there visiting my favorite horse, I was on my horse when a loud sound scared me horse and I lost control," she took a deep breath and sighed. "Once I got him to stop, it was so sudden that I was flung off him and I was thrown against a tree losing consciousness, when I came to, I was blind," Bulma finished softly.
He caressed her face softly and watched as her eyes fluttered closed at his touch. "Have you thought of getting a surgery? Maybe that can bring your eyesight back." He said.
Bulma shook her head, "I've given up hope. The doctors I had as a girl told me that I would have my eyesight back in a matter of weeks or months, but....... it never happened and I gave up hope."
"Is it," he paused and tried to ask the question as lightly as possible, "is it a matter of money? Because if it were then I'd be willing to help you."
Bulma smiled, "I appreciate that, but its not a matter of money, money is the least of my worries. Its just that I have given up hope, and if I had the surgery and it failed, I don't think I'd have the strength to keep going," she said shaking her head.
"You have no family? OR boyfriend?" Vegeta tried to sound casual.
"I was adopted by my foster parents. My mother died bearing me and my father died in a car accident. My adoptive parents have a son who became a doctor just to help me see again, he has told me that he can operate me, but at the moment I don't want to. And yes I have no boyfriend," she answered last.
"Hmmm, that is good," he whispered against her cheek.
"W-why?" Bulma stuttered.
"That way I can continue seeing you," he said flatly.
"How do you know I want to keep going out with you? I thought this was just and apology dinner because you threw me on my butt," Bulma laughed.
"You don't want to see me anymore?" he asked against the blushing skin of her face.
Bulma closed her eyes and sighed softly. "You have no girlfriend? Family?"
He cleared his throat. "No. My father died when I was 8 years old and he left me his company. I was married but things weren't working out so it was best that we got a divorce, I haven't seen her in years," Vegeta said quietly.
"Do you still love her?"
He was quiet for a brief moment, "No, but I will remember her always."
Something about the tone of voice he used and the pause before answering told her that he still felt more than what he was willing to admit. "I'll think about it then," Bulma laughed.
"Maybe we should get going. We'll pass by your friends table and see how her date is going," he said as he slowly let go of her. Bulma nodded and waited until he took her hand in his and began to guide her away from their table.
They walked for a few minutes and then stopped. "Are they still here?" Bulma whispered.
"Yes, apparently they're having a very good time," Vegeta whispered as they neared the table.
"Kakarot, having a good time?" Vegeta asked once they stopped.
"Yeah Vegeta, I was just getting to know Chichi better," she heard a cheerful voice say. Somehow it sounded familiar. There was a thick silence and suddenly her hand was grabbed slowly. "Bulma?"
She stood there with a confused look on her face. "Who are you?"
"Don't you recognize my voice? Has it changed so much?"
"Goku?" Bulma asked with a huge smile.
"Yes, its me!" He said as he grabbed her into a hug and squeezed her small body to his. Vegeta watched in annoyance and Chichi finally realized who he was. "I haven't seen you in so long!"
"Oh, Goku! I've missed you so much!" Bulma said as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Vegeta told me he was going out with someone visibly impaired, but I never thought it was you," he said softly.
'Well at least he said it in a nice way,' Bulma thought wryly. She then smiled, "Well its nice to finally know how you're doing, how is grandpa Gohan?"
Goku smiled, "He owns a coffee shop, and he's doing fine."
"How come he hasn't visited me?"
"He had a heart attack a few years ago, and the doctor forbade him of making any trips, he had been planing on visiting you, but he couldn't," Goku said sadly.
"Well tell him that when I get the chance I'll come and visit him," Bulma grinned.
Vegeta cleared his throat. "We have to get going," he said as he took her hand.
Goku looked from Vegeta to the blushing Bulma. Chichi then stood, "we should get going too."
"Goku, you should come by some time! We have so much to catch up on," Bulma said as she reached a hand towards him. He took it and squeezed it softly.
"I'll call you, it was so great to see you!" He replied.
"Same here Goku! Chi, I'll see you at home," Bulma whispered.
"See you Bulma," Chichi said.
Vegeta then pulled her along and they left.
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"See in any other case, I'd ask you to come in and get some coffee, but now I ask if you will stay with me until Chi arrives?" Bulma asked as he helped her into her apartment.
"That's fine with me," he said as he walked around the place and admired the decoration.
"I'll be back, I'm going to change," Bulma whispered as she expertly found her room. A few minutes later she emerged wearing a tank top and some lose nerds candy pajama pants. Vegeta smirked and admired her curves, even in pj's.
"So, what do you do for fun?" Bulma asked as she used the back of the sofa to guide her and she then sat.
"Fun? I rarely have fun, I like working and I don't slack off much," he said flatly.
"Oh come on! You have to have something you like to do second best to work! You can't be that boring!" Bulma kept pressing.
He scowled to himself, "I like to train and exercise, I have a liking to martial arts."
"Martial arts?" Bulma grinned. "Would you care to try out how good you are with me?" She asked standing up.
"With you?" he chuckled. "I highly doubt that the skill you have can compare to mine," he said arrogantly.
"Really? Why don't you follow me and find out?" Bulma asked invitingly as she began to slowly walk away towards a room that was all dark. When she turned on the light Vegeta saw the dance floor, it was wide and a perfect place for training.
"You really think you can stand a chance against me?" Vegeta asked as he began to remove his coat and his tie.
"As long as you don't hold back on me, and just remove your shoes, I don't want you to ruin my room," she said as she stood in the middle of the floor.
"Very well, show me how good you are," he said folding up the sleeves of his shirt and unbuttoning the first buttons.
Bulma nodded and closed her eyes, "You start."
Vegeta circled her silently, then he crouched low and struck out with his leg, Bulma's eyes snapped open and incredibly she flipped backwards avoiding it and sending a foot into his back. He stumble forward and then righted himself and faced her.
"How did you do that?" he asked in shock.
"I can feel the displacement of the air and the sound of your movements," Bulma said smugly.
Without another word Vegeta charged her again and aimed a fist at her stomach. Bulma grabbed his hand and kicked him in the stomach and then used that hand to twist it back and flip him over. He looked up at her from his spot on the floor and then jumped up, this time he swung both legs and Bulma lost her balance.
She would have hit the floor hard had his arms not caught her. "Very impressive woman," he rasped against her ear. Bulma shivered and laughed softly.
"Am I match enough for you Vegeta?"
"I want a rematch, but not today," he whispered against her cheek.
"Oh, and when?" Bulma asked, closing her eyes.
"When you have your vision back."
Her eyes snapped open again. "What are you talking about?"
"If you really want to fight me to the limit, I want you to do it after you get that surgery done," he kept his voice soft.
"What if it doesn't work?" She whined.
He let go of her and stood, he then grabbed her hands and pulled her up quickly. "If it doesn't work then I will be there to help you through it," He said as he began to put on his things.
"Why would you do that if you barely know me?" Bulma asked in confusion as they walked towards the door.
"Because you deserve a chance to live a normal life, and because I think that such a spirited woman shouldn't be locked behind her lack of sight. And lastly because you are the first woman to ever knocked me off my feet, literally," he said with a chuckle.
Bulma blushed and smiled. "That is good to know."
"Then you wouldn't mind if we kept seeing each other?" he asked.
"Only if you don't care about dating a woman that can't see you. What man would really want a woman that can't see?"
"Any man that can really appreciate a woman like you would care less if you are blind or not, you will go out with me again?"
Bulma nodded, "I'd love to. Oh and by the way......... you still haven't given me my cane."
He smirked to himself and made an amused noise. He then touched her face lightly and watched in amusement as her cream colored skin turned a rosy blushing color. His caressing hand then slowly brought her face to his, his lips touched hers briefly and then he pulled back. "Good night woman, I bet you'll have good dreams about me," he said softly.
"Goodbye Vegeta, and thank you for the wonderful night," she whispered as she closed the door. With a content smirk, he left and drove home.
Bulma walked back to her room in a dreamy daze. She laid down under the soft covers and almost instantly fell asleep. But a last thought entered her mind, 'I think I am going to dream about him tonight, and possibly every night from here on.'
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Vegeta sighed and threw down his keys at the table next to his door. His home felt alone and too big for him, he needed a woman to share it all with.
That woman, Bulma, she was something else. For a blind woman she lived a very normal and apparently happy life. Women like her were hard to find.
He rounded the corner and turned on the light to his office. "TV on. Lap top on," he said as he walked towards his desk. Automatically both appliances turned on.
All of a sudden, his large leather chair swirled around and he was met with a pair of slanted ice blue eyes. Vegeta's mouth nearly dropped open but he kept it closed. He was in no mood to deal with his ex-wife right now. "What are you doing here?" He said a bit irritated.
"I'm back for what's mine," the blonde woman said invitingly.
"And that is?"
"You..............."
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Didn't I tell you? Well I hope you guys liked this chapter, and the next will be pretty good too! Thanks for the reviews you have given me and I'll see you guys in a few.
P.S. Sorry if I don't make a good describer, but I try!
Byebye
~!Joey!~
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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters, DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama, FUNimation, Toei and the others I don't even know of.
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Swept Off His Feet
"Wow, Bulma you look very pretty," Chichi said as she walked into Bulma's room. She was wearing a black dress that looked like a two piece. The shirt was sleeveless and it tied at her shoulders and the neck was loose, the back was completly open and it fell loosely to the small of her back. The skirt part was knee length and she wore black stockings and black knee-high boots. Chichi had curled her short blue hair and done her make-up and outlined her eyes to accentuate the cerulean color.
"What are you wearing Chi?" Bulma asked as she felt around to sit on the bed.
"I'm wearing a burgundy dress that has thin straps and goes down to bellow my knees, its really cute because when I twirl in it, it flares out," Chichi giggled happily. "Oh and my hair is down and curled at the tips!"
Bulma nodded and motioned for Chichi to come sit next to her. "Chichi, I want you to do me a huge favor. When we get to the restaurant please keep an eye out for me, and watch that Vegeta guy closely. I can't trust him to well yet," Bulma said seriously.
"Sure, but don't worry, he doesn't look like a crazy mad man. He's a very good looking guy and he looks like those important business men, yesterday he was wearing really fancy clothes, I wonder why he was shopping at the mall when you can clearly tell he can afford way better than that," Chichi said.
Bulma rolled her eyes and laughed. "Maybe he likes to go to the mall and pick up unsuspecting one-night-stands," Bulma put in.
"You can sure use one Bulma, your getting a bit stuck up," Chichi snickered.
"Yeah, look who's talking," Bulma laughed hard. Chichi's eyes narrowed but then the door bell rang. "That must be him, how do I look?" Bulma asked.
"You look beautiful, so pretty I feel jealous," Chichi took her hands and led her to the door. "Here's your coat," she said handing Bulma a long navy blue overcoat. Bulma put it on and Chichi opened the door. The man exchanged a few words with Chichi and then spoke towards her.
"Ready?" His deep voice rumbled in her ear, Bulma nearly jumped and nodded. "Alright let's go," he took her hand and led her outside. Vegeta looked at her and smirked, she was wearing a coat so he had no idea of what she was wearing underneath, but otherwise her face looked beautiful.
"Where are we going?" Bulma asked as he carefully guided her into a car. He was driving a sleek black Lexus, but only Chichi was able to appreciate the nice car. She waved at Vegeta and he nodded his head in aknowledgement and opened the door for her to get in. He then walked to the driver side and got in.
"See, where we are going is a surprise, you wait and then I will let you know," he said as he drove.
"Good, because I can't see," Bulma joked. Vegeta grimaced and at his accidental pun and kept driving. "So who is the guy you set Chichi up with?"
"He's my right hand man in business, he is going to meet us there. He was a bit reluctant at first but then I told him that your friend was pretty," he said and watched with a smirk as Chichi blushed. "She's blushing right now." He whispered to Bulma.
"Whenever she is complimented on her looks by a man, she always reacts like that," Bulma laughed. "At least tell us what his name is!"
"His name is Kakarot and he's going to meet us at the restaurant so sit tight for a few more minutes," he said. Bulma nodded and finally the car stopped.
The valet guys opened the door but then Bulma heard Vegeta's voice tell her to watch her head and taking her hand. She stood from the car and felt him place her hand on his arm. Bulma marveled quietly as she gripped a strong and muscled bicep, wondering if the rest of his body was this well 'proportioned.'
Then she laughed as a thought entered her mind. "What's so funny woman?" he asked.
"You should feel very smug," she said as they began to walk.
"May I ask why?" he sounded amused.
"Because you have a beautiful woman clinging to your arm," she laughed softly.
"Now who lied to you and told you you were beautiful?" he chuckled. Bulma smiled shyly and blushed a bit at her next question.
"So you think I'm ugly?" She asked innocently.
"No. You're not, in fact I must say you are the most beautiful woman in this restaurant," he whispered softly. Bulma blushed out right after that, and she heard him chuckling.
They stopped and Bulma listened intently as Vegeta spoke to someone.
"Mr. Ouji, its a pleasure to have you here, will you be using your reserved table?"
"Yes I will, this lady is with us also but she will be meeting with my associate Kakarot has he arrived?"
"Yes sir, he got here about ten minutes ago," the man responded very politely.
"Thank you, please guide her to his table and everything they order charge it under my name," Vegeta responded.
"Very well sir, madam may I take your coat?"
It took Bulma a few seconds to realize he was asking her, but Vegeta was already helping her remove her coat. "Thank you," she said softly.
"Vegeta, would you mind if Chichi and I step into the ladies room?" Bulma asked.
"That's fine, but when you come out tell this man here to guide you to your table, ok?" he asked her and Chichi. Both women nodded and walked towards the restrooms.
Once inside the bathroom, Bulma turned to Chichi. "Chichi please describe to me this place, do I look ok? How does he look?" Bulma asked nervously.
"B, relax you're acting as if your going to have a nervous breakdown!" Chichi shook her a bit.
"I think I am Chi, I have never felt so nervous!" Bulma said shakily.
"You haven't been on a date in a long time either, that's why you feel like this," Chichi said calmly.
"Somehow I have a feeling that he is a very important guy and that one way or another I'll mess this dinner up. So tell me how does he look and how do I look," Bulma said seriously.
Chichi snickered softly. "Fine. He looks like a very important business man, I think he's wearing a very expensive suit, and he looks every bit as sexy as he sounds believe me. As for you, you look beautiful. That dress goes nice with you and your hair looks very pretty, so stop worrying. I should be the one freaking out. Your date set me up with someone I don't even know," Chichi laughed. "Just relax and have fun, and you'll see that tonight will be a night you will never forget. Oh and by the way, this looks like a fancy ballroom restaurant," Chichi said lastly.
Bulma nodded and hugged her friend. "Thank you Chi, but promise that when we get home you'll let me know how your date went?"
"Only if you do the same," Chichi replied. Bulma nodded and Chichi pulled her out of the ladies room. Bulma took a deep breath and willed her nerves to calm down. They were taken to their own tables and Vegeta helped her sit.
Right when she had been taken to the table, Vegeta had been able to take his first good look at her. The black material contrasted with her pale creamy skin, and her hair brought out the blue in her big beautiful eyes. She walked with the aid of the attendant that had been at the front door, and she seemed to light up the room with her mere presence.
She sat down and smiled. "Did you miss me?" she asked with a small giggle.
"Only because I haven't ordered my food," he chuckled back. Bulma smiled and nodded. She left her hands on her lap and started fidgeting. Vegeta looked at her face and smirked. "What would you like to eat? They have everything."
Bulma thought a moment and sighed with a small shrug. "What would you recommend?"
Vegeta looked through the menu and looked at her, "Well, there's the red salmon, or maybe you want a soup? You tell me," he said.
Bulma cleared her throat and nodded, "The salmon sounds good."
"Ok," Vegeta replied as he called the waiter over. He ordered the food and some white wine for them both.
He sat back and crossed a leg over his knee(Guy Style) and looked at her. She started to fidget again and he smirked. "Why are you so nervous?" He asked.
"I haven't gone out with a man in a while," she said shyly.
Vegeta chuckled softly, "That is fine with me, but just relax. We are here to have a good dinner," he replied.
"Well, when the food comes just let me know where the food is on the plate, the utensils I can find myself," she said as she let her hands feel around to 'see' where they were.
"Ok," he said as he watched her carefully trace the silverware that was on the table.
When the food arrived, he explained to her where things were and she awkwardly began to eat her food. She was so nervous that she ate half and then just stopped.
Vegeta finished his food quickly and looked over at her. "You're full?" He said before taking a sip of wine.
"Yes, it is delicious but I can't eat another bite," she said with a small smile.
"Would you like dessert or anything else?"
Bulma shook her head, "no, thank you. Why don't you tell me about you?" She said as she leaned back and crossed her legs.
"There's not much to say, I'm a simple business man that wanted to work his way up," he said.
"What kind of business, if I may ask," Bulma said.
"I am the owner of a sports company," he said slowly.
"That's nice," Bulma replied. Vegeta stood quietly without making a noise and walked slowly towards her. Bulma tried to listen for any noise he made and sighed.
"Would you care to dance?" Vegeta whispered against her ear, making her jump.
"Is this a restaurant where you can dance?" Bulma asked.
"No, but it can be if we wanted it to," he whispered again.
Bulma smiled and nodded, he then took her hand and they moved away from the table, the soft jazz music drifted their way and she felt his strong arms wrap slowly around her small body. She leaned her head against his face and took in the masculine scent of his cologne, it was spicy and pleasing to her nose.
Her eyes slid closed as she felt his warm soft breath against her cheek and she just followed his lead and moved her slim body against his. He wrapped both arms around her waist and let them rest at the small of her back, but then Bulma pulled her face away from his and bit her lip softly.
"Can I ask something of you?" She asked shyly.
"Of course, what is it?" He rumbled softly in her ear.
"Can I...... can I touch your face? That's the only way I can somehow picture you in my mind. I bet its nowhere near what you look like but I have been taught to do it anyways," she said softly.
He gave a small snort, "Trying to picture my handsome face?" Bulma laughed and nodded. "Go ahead," he replied.
Carefully her hands went up his strong shoulders, up his neck, and to his chin. Her hands traced over a strong squared jaw, his high cheekbones, and over his thick eyebrows. Her small fingers softly touched over his closed eyes and they moved over the big forehead and traced the high widow's peak. She then sunk her fingers into the thick spikes of his hair and they ran all the way to the tip of his flame like hair.
"You were right when you boasted about being handsome," Bulma laughed softly. His eyes were still closed and her fingers were over his cheeks, but then slowly, almost reluctantly, Bulma removed her hands from his face. His eyes opened to see her face really close to his.
"I'm always right," he said arrogantly. He then looked at her eyes. "If you don't mind me asking, or if this is a sensitive subject don't answer, but how is it that you lost your vision? Or were you........... born that way?" He asked carefully.
Bulma smiled sadly, "Its ok, I've gotten used to it. I wasn't born this way, and I was ten when it happened, I had-....... have a love for horses and my father owned some stables. He had just recently passed away and I was there visiting my favorite horse, I was on my horse when a loud sound scared me horse and I lost control," she took a deep breath and sighed. "Once I got him to stop, it was so sudden that I was flung off him and I was thrown against a tree losing consciousness, when I came to, I was blind," Bulma finished softly.
He caressed her face softly and watched as her eyes fluttered closed at his touch. "Have you thought of getting a surgery? Maybe that can bring your eyesight back." He said.
Bulma shook her head, "I've given up hope. The doctors I had as a girl told me that I would have my eyesight back in a matter of weeks or months, but....... it never happened and I gave up hope."
"Is it," he paused and tried to ask the question as lightly as possible, "is it a matter of money? Because if it were then I'd be willing to help you."
Bulma smiled, "I appreciate that, but its not a matter of money, money is the least of my worries. Its just that I have given up hope, and if I had the surgery and it failed, I don't think I'd have the strength to keep going," she said shaking her head.
"You have no family? OR boyfriend?" Vegeta tried to sound casual.
"I was adopted by my foster parents. My mother died bearing me and my father died in a car accident. My adoptive parents have a son who became a doctor just to help me see again, he has told me that he can operate me, but at the moment I don't want to. And yes I have no boyfriend," she answered last.
"Hmmm, that is good," he whispered against her cheek.
"W-why?" Bulma stuttered.
"That way I can continue seeing you," he said flatly.
"How do you know I want to keep going out with you? I thought this was just and apology dinner because you threw me on my butt," Bulma laughed.
"You don't want to see me anymore?" he asked against the blushing skin of her face.
Bulma closed her eyes and sighed softly. "You have no girlfriend? Family?"
He cleared his throat. "No. My father died when I was 8 years old and he left me his company. I was married but things weren't working out so it was best that we got a divorce, I haven't seen her in years," Vegeta said quietly.
"Do you still love her?"
He was quiet for a brief moment, "No, but I will remember her always."
Something about the tone of voice he used and the pause before answering told her that he still felt more than what he was willing to admit. "I'll think about it then," Bulma laughed.
"Maybe we should get going. We'll pass by your friends table and see how her date is going," he said as he slowly let go of her. Bulma nodded and waited until he took her hand in his and began to guide her away from their table.
They walked for a few minutes and then stopped. "Are they still here?" Bulma whispered.
"Yes, apparently they're having a very good time," Vegeta whispered as they neared the table.
"Kakarot, having a good time?" Vegeta asked once they stopped.
"Yeah Vegeta, I was just getting to know Chichi better," she heard a cheerful voice say. Somehow it sounded familiar. There was a thick silence and suddenly her hand was grabbed slowly. "Bulma?"
She stood there with a confused look on her face. "Who are you?"
"Don't you recognize my voice? Has it changed so much?"
"Goku?" Bulma asked with a huge smile.
"Yes, its me!" He said as he grabbed her into a hug and squeezed her small body to his. Vegeta watched in annoyance and Chichi finally realized who he was. "I haven't seen you in so long!"
"Oh, Goku! I've missed you so much!" Bulma said as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Vegeta told me he was going out with someone visibly impaired, but I never thought it was you," he said softly.
'Well at least he said it in a nice way,' Bulma thought wryly. She then smiled, "Well its nice to finally know how you're doing, how is grandpa Gohan?"
Goku smiled, "He owns a coffee shop, and he's doing fine."
"How come he hasn't visited me?"
"He had a heart attack a few years ago, and the doctor forbade him of making any trips, he had been planing on visiting you, but he couldn't," Goku said sadly.
"Well tell him that when I get the chance I'll come and visit him," Bulma grinned.
Vegeta cleared his throat. "We have to get going," he said as he took her hand.
Goku looked from Vegeta to the blushing Bulma. Chichi then stood, "we should get going too."
"Goku, you should come by some time! We have so much to catch up on," Bulma said as she reached a hand towards him. He took it and squeezed it softly.
"I'll call you, it was so great to see you!" He replied.
"Same here Goku! Chi, I'll see you at home," Bulma whispered.
"See you Bulma," Chichi said.
Vegeta then pulled her along and they left.
~*~
"See in any other case, I'd ask you to come in and get some coffee, but now I ask if you will stay with me until Chi arrives?" Bulma asked as he helped her into her apartment.
"That's fine with me," he said as he walked around the place and admired the decoration.
"I'll be back, I'm going to change," Bulma whispered as she expertly found her room. A few minutes later she emerged wearing a tank top and some lose nerds candy pajama pants. Vegeta smirked and admired her curves, even in pj's.
"So, what do you do for fun?" Bulma asked as she used the back of the sofa to guide her and she then sat.
"Fun? I rarely have fun, I like working and I don't slack off much," he said flatly.
"Oh come on! You have to have something you like to do second best to work! You can't be that boring!" Bulma kept pressing.
He scowled to himself, "I like to train and exercise, I have a liking to martial arts."
"Martial arts?" Bulma grinned. "Would you care to try out how good you are with me?" She asked standing up.
"With you?" he chuckled. "I highly doubt that the skill you have can compare to mine," he said arrogantly.
"Really? Why don't you follow me and find out?" Bulma asked invitingly as she began to slowly walk away towards a room that was all dark. When she turned on the light Vegeta saw the dance floor, it was wide and a perfect place for training.
"You really think you can stand a chance against me?" Vegeta asked as he began to remove his coat and his tie.
"As long as you don't hold back on me, and just remove your shoes, I don't want you to ruin my room," she said as she stood in the middle of the floor.
"Very well, show me how good you are," he said folding up the sleeves of his shirt and unbuttoning the first buttons.
Bulma nodded and closed her eyes, "You start."
Vegeta circled her silently, then he crouched low and struck out with his leg, Bulma's eyes snapped open and incredibly she flipped backwards avoiding it and sending a foot into his back. He stumble forward and then righted himself and faced her.
"How did you do that?" he asked in shock.
"I can feel the displacement of the air and the sound of your movements," Bulma said smugly.
Without another word Vegeta charged her again and aimed a fist at her stomach. Bulma grabbed his hand and kicked him in the stomach and then used that hand to twist it back and flip him over. He looked up at her from his spot on the floor and then jumped up, this time he swung both legs and Bulma lost her balance.
She would have hit the floor hard had his arms not caught her. "Very impressive woman," he rasped against her ear. Bulma shivered and laughed softly.
"Am I match enough for you Vegeta?"
"I want a rematch, but not today," he whispered against her cheek.
"Oh, and when?" Bulma asked, closing her eyes.
"When you have your vision back."
Her eyes snapped open again. "What are you talking about?"
"If you really want to fight me to the limit, I want you to do it after you get that surgery done," he kept his voice soft.
"What if it doesn't work?" She whined.
He let go of her and stood, he then grabbed her hands and pulled her up quickly. "If it doesn't work then I will be there to help you through it," He said as he began to put on his things.
"Why would you do that if you barely know me?" Bulma asked in confusion as they walked towards the door.
"Because you deserve a chance to live a normal life, and because I think that such a spirited woman shouldn't be locked behind her lack of sight. And lastly because you are the first woman to ever knocked me off my feet, literally," he said with a chuckle.
Bulma blushed and smiled. "That is good to know."
"Then you wouldn't mind if we kept seeing each other?" he asked.
"Only if you don't care about dating a woman that can't see you. What man would really want a woman that can't see?"
"Any man that can really appreciate a woman like you would care less if you are blind or not, you will go out with me again?"
Bulma nodded, "I'd love to. Oh and by the way......... you still haven't given me my cane."
He smirked to himself and made an amused noise. He then touched her face lightly and watched in amusement as her cream colored skin turned a rosy blushing color. His caressing hand then slowly brought her face to his, his lips touched hers briefly and then he pulled back. "Good night woman, I bet you'll have good dreams about me," he said softly.
"Goodbye Vegeta, and thank you for the wonderful night," she whispered as she closed the door. With a content smirk, he left and drove home.
Bulma walked back to her room in a dreamy daze. She laid down under the soft covers and almost instantly fell asleep. But a last thought entered her mind, 'I think I am going to dream about him tonight, and possibly every night from here on.'
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Vegeta sighed and threw down his keys at the table next to his door. His home felt alone and too big for him, he needed a woman to share it all with.
That woman, Bulma, she was something else. For a blind woman she lived a very normal and apparently happy life. Women like her were hard to find.
He rounded the corner and turned on the light to his office. "TV on. Lap top on," he said as he walked towards his desk. Automatically both appliances turned on.
All of a sudden, his large leather chair swirled around and he was met with a pair of slanted ice blue eyes. Vegeta's mouth nearly dropped open but he kept it closed. He was in no mood to deal with his ex-wife right now. "What are you doing here?" He said a bit irritated.
"I'm back for what's mine," the blonde woman said invitingly.
"And that is?"
"You..............."
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Didn't I tell you? Well I hope you guys liked this chapter, and the next will be pretty good too! Thanks for the reviews you have given me and I'll see you guys in a few.
P.S. Sorry if I don't make a good describer, but I try!
Byebye
~!Joey!~
