The Powers' of A Man
Vegeta wiped the descending sweat from his face and neck. Finishing his early morning routine was just a small part of the day for him. It had been two days since his encounter with the blue haired conwoman. It was funny to him that a woman like that could be affiliated with something so, so heinous. He didn't know how she did what she did, but he was insured that whatever it was it was pristine and precise just like her. The thought of her, continued to come to him for the last past two days. He swatted those thoughts away as he knew she would be nothing, but a distraction and her name had a bad stench to it. No one may have known what she really does or what business she truly conducted behind closed doors. It was an old saying that was true. If you laid with dogs you got fleas. He couldn't let whatever reputation that followed her tarnish his reputation. The woman was a virus to his memory.
Vegeta sat down for breakfast at the large table for four Saiyans.
Goku, Raditz, Raile, and himself.
"Why don't we go back to the place with those huge dinner plates where I hit that guy at tonight"? Raditz exclaimed as he stuffed the breakfast sausages in his mouth in clumps. Vegeta looked at him and choose to ignore him as he had been doing for the past decade that he had known the brutish man. The only reason he tolerated any of them is because they'd proven themselves in a fight over the years. The brothers equally annoyed him.
"Yes Vegeta, I hear you have a little minx there you fancy." Raile said as she pushed her long-braided ponytail out of her view as she addressed the Prince. Vegeta tolerated her more than the other two because she knew when to speak and when to shut the hell up. In his book, that was a very important trait. Vegeta annoyingly rolled his eyes at how they always man his personal affects a topic of discussion.
"Yea, she was really pretty Raile, I think you'd like her." Goku said as he chugged the liter of orange juice that was supposed to be for the entire table. Raditz hit him in the back of the head for taking the last bit of the citrus punch. Raile only smirked at Vegeta as she teased him like an annoying little sister.
"Well I'd love the idea of trying to bring her home since you couldn't seal the deal. We should all go." Raile said putting her dishes in the sink and looked toward the guys finishing their food. It wasn't rare for Saiyans to experiment with same-sex relationships with either gender. It was just not something that the men spoke about. Everyone knew that there were a couple of the men who got deprived on the nine month deployments and dabbled in the fields.
"Raile, I live with you and still can't seal anything with you, but the Gravity Chamber." Raditz said laughing to himself, causing Goku to laugh at him.
"Raditz even if I still enjoy the headaches men bring, I still wouldn't choose you". Vegeta smirked at her answer. He enjoyed the thought of seeing her again. They didn't even probably introduce themselves he knew her name and he figured that she knew his as well. There were not many people who didn't not know his name.
"We have that event tonight, remember were supposed to wearing human formal wear tonight". Goku said picking his teeth clean, with a muttered speech. Vegeta twisted his face in disgust as he watched the younger Saiyan flip the food chunk on his nail on to the table.
"Fine-we'll gone. Try to act civilized and don't embarrass me this time." Vegeta said as he dismissed himself from the rest of the group.
Whizzing her fingers, over the keyboard, she checked her firewall security system for the second time that evening. Bulma, if nothing, was calculated and careful. She never transferred money to anywhere that could be traced or tracked back to her. There were so many precautions that she took not only physically, but virtually. She saw herself as a modern day Robin Hood, stealing from the fat jerks and making herself wealthy. There was so much that could go wrong every time she wired money to herself to a bank account that wasn't even on the planet. Bulma knew to never take more than what would be noticed. It was all to a science, she drafted money and it showed up as a recurring bill to whoever she was stealing from and it went to three separate accounts that she set-up in alias that could never be tracked back to her. Her house in the city was paid for, she owned her luxury vehicle, and now she was investing in the stock market to make her own fortune. Unfortunately, she knew that not all good things lasted and even this would have its end. She didn't want to get too comfortable, because that was how you got caught.
Bulma finished her work, and took off her glasses. A sigh exclaimed her naturally pink lips as she was bored and nothing to do. Then, it came to her. Bulma's manicured fingers pressed the keys quickly and typed in his name.
Prince Vegeta
Several files, photos, and articles appeared on her screens. Bulma's panorama of three screens showed a picture of him that left her taken. He was sitting on a throne. He wore a much regale pair of armor. His boots looked to be dipped in gold, a cape cascaded his shoulders, and his face was so devilishly handsome as he leaned his face against a closed fist. The man was truly divine. Bulma looked at her watch it was near eight o'clock and she promised the owner of the lounge a dinner. The man had been taking care of her tab since she had been coming there as long as she came and had an intellectual conversation. It wasn't a bad deal on her end. Bulma would never understand why men thought they had to pay for a women's attention. Bulma would've said yes, without the incentives.
Bulma read a couple more articles about the Prince and Saiyan lifestyle.
They were truly a warrior race, that handled everything with a fight, which was usually to the death. Death was not a foreign subject to them. They embraced confrontation and battle.
Bulma turned off her monitors and turned off her entire system just in case someone tried to hack her while she was gone.
She walked into her large closet and picked out a dress that accentuated her curves effortlessly. The emerald colored dress wrapped around her neck and stopped above her knees. It was a beautiful dress as she paired it with black heels that were shorter to her normal heels. Her long turquoise tresses were pulled back into a bun. It wasn't like she had a real date tonight. Bulma applied, subtle eye make-up and a dark burgundy lip color to truly make her features pop.
Tonight, was just another night being Bulma Briefs.
A small smile crept on her painted lips, as she wondered if the Prince would make an appearance.
Vegeta was elated to be done with the event. He literally had to bite his tongue several times tonight, he thought the tip might fall off. If he had spoken his real feelings every trade or deal with his empire would have become null and voided. He was glad Raile was there because she squeezed his forearm tightly when she knew he was on verge of cursing someone and their entire existence. It was beyond a misunderstanding to believe he had the patience to be diplomatic person. Vegeta had a bad attitude and temper. The only things that qualified him was that he was a Prince and he could talk his way into anything. The man was persuasive in the least. He tugged at the neck tie of his suit and pulled it off. He looked over to Raditz who was devouring a bottle of champagne that was offered in the black SUV that had taken them to the event.
"Vegeta you look anxious" Raile said as she pulled the pins out of her thick tresses. Her hair began to fall and cover her thin neck. Tonight, she wore a one shouldered blue gown that had a split up to her thigh. It was traditional to the Saiyan culture, she was clearly the eye of the event.
"Never, I'm just hungry. The food at that event was shit". Vegeta said leaning against the glass window. Galimore's was coming into sight and he didn't see the car he saw her exited into the other night. A slight ping of disappointment hit him, but he quickly shook it off as they all excited the car.
"Vegeta, we should all get hammered tonight. You never get drunk with us". Goku said as he removed his constricting jacket and held it in his hand. Goku help his hand out to Raile and helped her out the SUV so she didn't get her dress dirty.
"Yes, because unlike you I have a people who care watching". Vegeta huffed at him.
Raditz rolled his eyes at the statement "Were at Lounge Vegeta, no one of any real of importance is here. Let loose some, you're so tightly wound that vein in your neck is always pulsing. Ya' know the one that stand out after your parents call you". Raditz said throwing the empty bottle back in the car and slamming the door as the driver took off.
Raile only smirked at the two brothers who always found a way to annoy the Prince. She nudged him with her elbow in the ribs, making him roll his onyx eyes, to her and the situation.
"They're right, you know it" They all slipped past the bar and waited to be sat. Vegeta even glanced at the bar and saw no familiar face. He didn't want to let on that the only reason he considered coming back to this place was because of the chance of seeing daring vixen again. They all proceed to their table, which was the best in the house; per request. Vegeta decided that maybe tonight he should indulge himself a little.
After, a couple of drinks and meals they all had their fill.
Vegeta heard, Raditz mention the girl he ventured to see. It happened before Vegeta he could cover the idiotic Saiyans mouth. He yelled across the entire dining area as she began to exit the bar.
"Hey, ummm…GIRL WITH THE BLUE HAIR"! Goku yelled at an alarming tone that made everyone including her stop. Vegeta just rested his thumb and index on his forehead. He wasn't sure if he was embarrassed or shocked of the man's lack of proper social interactions. Raile and Raditz couldn't help but laugh at the sudden eruption from Goku. The tallest Saiyan even went out of his way to franticly wave at her with both arms, as if his loud voice didn't carry far enough.
Bulma was shocked that someone was yelling at her, but then she saw the familiar face of the Prince and his goons, plus one. A small smile appeared as she noticed him, a slight turn on her heels as she made her way across the dining room.
"Wow, Vegeta. She is stunning" Raile said in near whisper. Vegeta said nothing and watched her sway slightly as she approached him. Her appearance tonight was as tantalizing as the last time he saw her, but held a bit more sophistication to it.
"Well, I wasn't expecting to see you again, more less this soon". Bulma said as she placed her hand on Goku's chair and leaned into it. Vegeta looked up to her smirked at her witty sarcasms. She couldn't help, but notice his oh so human attire. The suit fit him exceptionally well as the top buttons were undone and she could see his hairless, muscled chest, that indeed turned her on.
"I would've lived without see you, but nevertheless here we are".
Bulma wanted to slap him for his oh-so cool answers and demeanor. "Join us". Raile said sliding over to the empty sit that left a seat open to next to Vegeta.
"Yeah, were all getting drunk tonight, you should join us. We've been talking about-". Goku felt an elbow in his ribs as Raile knocked him for continuing to put his foot in his loud mouth.
Bulma thought over the offer. It was an early night for the weekend and her night had been uneventful. She could use some unconventional fun. The question was did he really want her to be there? All she wanted was for him to crave her like box of rare chocolate and worship her, she didn't think that was unreasonable. Bulma looked at him and took a seat right next to him. He eyed her until her body connected with the chair.
"Why are you all so dressed up, especially in human formal attire"
Vegeta sipped on his bourbon before he acknowledged her. "Your emperor hosted us tonight, it was beyond a dreary"
"He's just being cranky because he couldn't wear his armor, I'm Raile by the way. We were just going to take this party back to the house". The woman said slightly bowing her head to Bulma. Bulma bowed her head to her. She figured she wasn't anything romantic to Vegeta, but she knew she wasn't there the previous night.
"I'm Bulma, it's a pleasure. I forget how many people of importance come here for their little "whose dick is bigger competitions". Raditz and Raile couldn't help but laugh at her insinuation of foreign policies, because that was what it essentially was. It was a meeting to show whose stick was bigger and what they could hit with it and who. A regular who's who.
"Such vulgar words for a female". Vegeta said finishing his third couple of straight bourbon and he couldn't deny that he was the feeling the effects. Bulma turned narrowly to him to grabbed his glass of bourbon from his hand and took the last bit of it and handed it back.
"I told you before, I'm not your regular woman".
The table looked in silence at either the signs of sexuality being displayed or the battle of egos.
"And I assured you that I'm not a man, I'm a Saiyan don't get me confused woman". He said sitting the glass down on the table and letting his eyes follow down her maroon colored lips to the line of her breast and back up again.
"Bulma? Is that you? I thought you left fifteen minutes ago". A man said stopping at the sight of her locked into steaming staring contest with the Prince. Bulma snapped out of her trance and looked to the scarred faced man with a sleek back ponytail that she just sat and had dinner and drinks with.
"Yamcha, this is my friend Prince Vegeta and his comrades. I saw them on my way out and couldn't help but to say hello". Vegeta looked at the same with the same stoic face that he generally kept reserved for anyone he didn't know for a minimum of ten years. They all looked to the man and didn't know if the man was looking for trouble or her. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie uncomfortably. Each of the Saiyans sized him up, just in case.
"I didn't know you had friends" Yamcha looking at the Prince who was closer to Bulma than he'd ever been in the years that he'd known her. At their monthly dinner, she quite literally waved at him and came and went. Bulma didn't like anything about his tone.
"Well I do now and we were just leaving". Bulma said in ignorance. She hated when anyone tried to impose on her life. That was exactly what Yamcha always did, he pushed her for information that she didn't care to give up and his invasive behaviors only pushed her away more…
Vegeta understood her cue and stood with his hand on the small of her back. He couldn't help but soak up the expression on the man face. The feeling of jealousy was radiating from the man as he touched the vixen even as slight as it was. "Well than allow me to take care of your bill as a sign of good commerce". Yamcha said pulling out his wallet. Vegeta smirked and pulled out money and tossed it on the table with his free hand.
"Saiyans accept no charity". Bulma couldn't help but smile as she felt him usher her toward the mouth of the building. She felt Yamcha clenching his fist tightly even as they left the building. Bulma saw a large SUV waiting for them in front of the building. His hand dropped from her as they began to load into the car they came from.
"I sent a car for the two of you. I didn't want the lady to be crunched between a bunch of sweaty drunken Saiyans." Raile said winking at the two. "Take care of him Bulma, he's had a few" she continued as they closed the door and took off.
Bulma looked at him and couldn't help but bite her lip and then smile. "You know, you and your friends keep getting me out of these uncomfortable situations, I see knowing a few Saiyans come in handy".
Vegeta smirked to her as the follow car approached them, "Woman, you have no idea how handy I can be. Plus, I don't see why you keep putting yourself in these situations". As the car approached he opened the door for her, and she slid into the car with the familiar stranger. It was funny to her, because she truly didn't know anything about him except for who he was and he had great taste in alcohol. The close quarters of the backseat of the sedan reminded her just how much she had to drink that night, to drown out Yamcha's whiny tonight. It became evident as she sat still in the close space with him. He wasn't acting awkward or even fazed by their closeness. His arm leaned on the door panel and the other one resided in her lap.
The man was cooler than a desert night.
"Sometimes, as you should know. A person must do certain things to maintain relationships. Yamcha is nothing, but a beneficial pawn." He turned his head to her and huffed his breath slightly.
"So, he's one of your accounts. What use do you have with a man like that, who even I can tell only wants one thing? Unless he's already getting it". Vegeta truly wanted to know, he was curious about her as he'd ever been. Why did he even care so much she wondered? She figured it was the same reason she wondered who the attractive Saiyan female was to him. She choose to oblige him.
"I slept with him once, yes but that was never the arrangement. That only spawned from a sexually deprived me and too much bourbon. Plus, it was terrible and needy sex. The arrangement is and has been; I would have dinner with him twice a month and he'd take care of my bill whenever I came to Galimore's. It's just a beneficial deal on my part." Bulma said knowing he was probably judging her as many people did. The way she saw it, he didn't seem like the gossiping type. Vegeta barely even seemed like the talking type.
"He's a damned fool more-so than I thought. I don't blame you for taking advantage of his desperations. Such a weakling". Vegeta implied as the car came to a start in front of a large compound in the suburbs of the city. Bulma was impressed with not only his reaction, but large home already. The address alone was a notable one in the city. Bulma slid out the car and followed him closely.
"It's not a surprise the sex was shitty either. A man who throws his money around clearly is all about appearances and not actions". Vegeta couldn't help, but to chuckled to himself. It was almost a joke to think that a man like that had a chance to bed her and failed miserably. A sneering, scrawny, man like that stood at the head of his table probably had no idea what to do with a woman like her. Vegeta wouldn't admit it because he didn't want to feed her already over grown ego, but she was unique.
"You think you would've done any better". Bulma wanted to slap herself for her forward question! Did she just imply she was interested in sleeping with him…God, what was coming over her? Yes, he was confident, sexy as all hell and had sophistication and intrigued her more than any man she had ever met, but it was unbecoming of her to act that way or make the first more or any at all.
Vegeta stopped at with his hand on the door knob and turned his head over his shoulder. "Believe me, I know I'd ravage you for days and leave you pleading for more. You probably never get over me". Vegeta couldn't contain his smirk as he opened the door. She scuffed at his over confident answer as they entered the home…
"Duck"!
Was all he heard as he closed the door behind them. Vegeta pushed Bulma to the ground with his quick reflexes as the bottle of wine exploded on the door covering them both in a dark red wine. Bulma was not only shocked at his quick reflexes, but the wine being thrown anyways.
"What the fuck are you idiots doing"?! Vegeta yelled as shot up from the wine covered suit. He wasn't sure if he was more pissed that they threw and broke an expensive bottle of wine or that it was all over him. Raditz looked at him and looked at Goku and Raile only shook her head. It was the brother's mischief as usual.
"I knew you weren't going to catch it". Raditz said as if it was a defense. Goku still stood with his hands open as if he was holding an imaginary football. Bulma stood and tried to steady herself as she walked passed the puddle of glass and wine.
"I would've caught it but Vegeta surprised me. Sorry guys". Goku apologized naïvely as he rubbed the back of his head. He didn't feel bad about it getting over Vegeta as much as he did about Bulma. He knew she cared about her clothing, unlike Vegeta.
"Well, I guess you are going to get me out this dress tonight, Vegeta". Bulma said as she shook the remnants of wine from her finger tips. Vegeta was about to lunge and punch Goku right in his stupid smile, until he heard her sarcastic voice. Instead, he turned to her motioned her to follow him.
"When I get back, this shit better be clean or I'll be using both of your faces to clean it"! Raditz and Goku looked at each other and knew how real his threats could be even If they were slightly drunk by now. Raile only looked at the two brothers who had a knack at fuckery. Smiling at the sight of her longtime friend leading the girl down the hallway to his room. Vegeta didn't really take a liking to many people. Or women that he cared to spend any amount of time with. Except, for one-nighting them and forgetting they exist. There was something about her that peeked his interest beyond, flesh filled desires.
Bulma walked with him toward what she could only imagine was a shower and a fresh pair of clothes. Her dress was defiantly ruined, she was defiantly going to bring this up in the future to her advantage. Entering a room that was completely spotless, she was astounded how everything was either a white or dark brown. It was most definitely a minimalistic existence. The carpet was lush as she slipped her heels off and pressed the soles of her feet into it. Closing the door behind her she watched him pull off his now stained coat. He began to unbutton his shirt and tossed it on the bed.
His body was more sculpted than a Grecian statue. He was the body type that men strived for but, generally over shot it and became veiny muscle bound assholes. "You first, since my dumbass comrades ruined your outfit". Vegeta said tapping a remote turning on a shower with a button. Sliding forward she stopped in front of him and pointed to her zipper.
"Thanks, do you mind unzipping me"? Vegeta closed the space between them and placed his hands on her slenderer hips. His hands gripped her waist like a firm cushion and pulled her closer to him. Bulma let a slight gasp pass her lips. The warm touch of his hands radiated on her skin like a florescent bulb between the thin material of the dress. Laying her head back slightly nearly touching his shoulder, she damn near moaned his foreign name. Pushing her hips back into him, grinding into his pelvis, she wanted to see how far he'd go.
"You're lucky I'm a man of great restraint, woman." Vegeta said as he unzipped the dress and pushed the shoulders of the dress down, slowly. He allowed gravity to do it's bidding as the wine stained dress hit the floor with ease. There was no disappointment as he got an impressive view of her shapely rounded backside, in the thong underwear. Bulma stepped over the dress and turned to him, she removed the pins from her hair and shook her cascading hair with elegance.
"I wouldn't call it lucky, because I'm the worse tease". Bulma said turning back and entering the bathroom giving him just enough of a show before closing the door.
If she wanted to play the game of who could resist longer, he would show her how resistant and stubborn he could be.
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