Chapter 2

July 16th

2 weeks later...

I stood above the sink, rinsing off the worn out kitchen knife I had used to cut up the meat from the fridge to make Trunks' lunch. It took a good 45 minutes just to make the child enough sandwiches to satisfy his bottomless pit he called a stomach. Of course, I also did most things at a rather unhurried pace. Not that I was genuinely lazy. But it was another wonderful morning and I was savoring the heat the sun was washing in from the glass sliding door to my right.

With that in mind, I had managed to slap together 15 sandwiches, seeing as Trunks ate more than a grown man. Good thing his mother was rich, as the sole heiress to the Capsule Corporation legacy. She was lucky to have more than enough money to feed the adorable tyke and her husband alike, if you could even call him that. Speaking of which..

There was no end to his constant harassment (thought I guess you couldn't properly call it harassment, as I rather enjoyed his never-ending sexual coaxing) as I spent the better part of the afternoon trying to pack Trunks' lunch. It was nearly time for him to head on over to his personal tutor across town. Ms. Briefs had yet to return from her midnight rendezvous with her lover Yamcha from the previous afternoon, and I was stuck with the ever frisky prince. Again, I didn't mind, but it was a hassle trying to work around his groping hands and wandering mouth.

I had told him after our last liaison between the sheets that our affair was something that could never happen again, as I had become so prone to telling him every time after we had finished messing around. But now it was different. I meant it. I think I did, anyway. We stood at the same 5'7" height, so his face was pressed squarely against the side of my own. He had his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled my back against his undeniably firm and fit chest. I tried my hardest to ignore him, but he continued nipping and licking at the shell and lobe of my ear, making me squirm in his grasp. Why could I never resist his exuberant riles? I was becoming far too tired of being the 'other woman'.

"Stop it." I replied as coolly as possible, only to feel him trail his hands back and plant them firmly on my hips. He squeezed them tightly and I squeaked, dropping the cutting board into the sink loudly as I attempted to rinse off the residue of cut vegetables. "I know you like it." He responded just as coolly as I, placing his lips as close to my right ear as possible without touching. The whisper of his voice causing air to brush past it and forcing a pleasant shiver down my spine.

"I'm serious this time, Vegeta. We can't keep doing this."

I was desperately trying to regain any amount of composure that I could muster up. I knew it was for naught, this man had me wrapped around his perverse little finger. We both knew that.

"You say that every time." He slipped his thumbs into the belt loops of my jeans, tugging at them downwards in a highly suggestive manner. "Those words are meaningless."

"Only because you're too persistent."

I turned around to face his smirking lips, pouting. I could be stubborn and childish when I wanted to. "You don't know how to take no for an answer."

His mouth twitched as he leaned in closer, a rough dominating growl escaping from the back of his throat as he spoke. "I always get what I want."

In all honesty, his randy behavior had been growing by each passing day. I'd been able to keep away from him last night as he drank himself to unconsciousness with Bulma's lengthy departure. However, with his wife gone much more frequently, he has been all over me. Literally. I can barely find time to myself. And for some reason, I didn't care for the attention as much as I had liked. Maybe it was because I still wasn't sure where I stood with him. I mean.. he still called her his wife for gods sake. That's enough to turn anyone off. But everything else about him was turning me on right now..

"Hey, I'm ready!" That familiar voice called out from the hallway.

For a second I thought that we had been caught. But just as quickly as he had me engulfed in his masculine body, Vegeta was on the other side of me. Acting as though he had been rummaging through the refrigerator the whole time. It was strange how casual he could change his demeanor. Acting as if nothing had happened. I sighed shakily before turning to see Trunks standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Wow, don't you look handsome." I noted, looking at how sharp he had dressed.

Usually it was a pain in the ass to get him to even button his collared white shirt, much less tuck it into his khaki slacks. Which he did all by himself. He blushed and returned my comment with a wide and confident grin. "I told you I can get myself ready." He said with bravado as he stepped forward with a bold and almost too confident bounce in his step. He got that cockiness from both his parents, that was for sure. In that respect, they were both well suited for each other. So egotistical...

"Well you're right. I guess you can start getting yourself ready without my help."

I handed him his lunch bag that was sitting upon the counter, and passed it to him. He opened it up hurriedly and peered inside. "Wow this looks great!" I smiled at him. He always loved my cooking and it made me prideful to no end. If there was one thing I could do right by in this world, it was my culinary skills.

"Let me see." Vegeta said, shutting the fridge door rather hard and stalking forward to his soon. Trunks hesitated before opening the large bag up to his father for him to glance in. Vegeta quickly grabbed one of the sandwiches I had made and began to eat it. Poor Trunks. "Hey, that was mine!" Trunks whined angrily, quickly pulling the remnants of food back close towards his body. His father continued chewing as if he hadn't a care he just stole food from a child. "I guess we'll have to work harder on your agility and reflexes then, won't we?" was all he said before demolished the rest of it. Trunks muttered something under his breath before walking towards the sliding door to hurry and leave. If he was late to his tutor's place once more, there was going to have to be a parent-teacher meeting. Meaning I was going to have to go talk to him.

"Have a nice day, cutie!" I called out as he took off to the sky. He waved back and was gone.

"You're more of a mother than that incessant woman ever was." I heard Vegeta grumble from behind me. Before I could turn to face him his hardened body was pressed against my back once again.

"You think so?"

"Mmm.."

He hummed against my throat as his lips pressed firmly onto my exposed shoulder region. Why oh why did I have to wear a tank top today? His hands once more made their way to my hips to bring them as tight as possible against his. I could already feel his growing arousal trying to press in between my ass. His tight pants really left very little the imagination of others. Especially my imagination. The dark spandex that covered his thighs didn't hide anything, even when he was flaccid.

"You're never gonna let me go until you get your way, are you.." Damn him, I was already giving in.

"I was wondering when you'd start coming to your senses."

He groaned as he rolled his hips, trying to get the contact he desired which currently was impossible through our barriers of clothing.

"You're so cocky."

"You love it."

He turned me around, pressing me up against the counter. His lips lifting from my throat just to press down once more unto my mouth. He was never gentle, and I loved his rough touch. Though it always left me with something more to be desired. But I have to admit the way he handled me left me on fire. "Mmm, Vegeta~" I moaned, wrapping my arms around his solid neck. How someone got these type of neck muscles I was unsure, but I could hold onto them all night long. I admit, I'm a bit of a pervert.

"Tell me you want me." His breath was hot against my face, his lips teasingly yet frustratingly distant from my own. I was about to indulge him in his demand and compliment him until he shut me up with his mouth again, but the cell phone in my front pocket started to vibrate. He pressed his hips further into mine, no doubt allowing the vibrations to stimulate his on-coming erection. "It'll have to wait for now." I told him, kissing his nose. I didn't miss the look of annoyance he gave me before I reached into my pocket to grab the phone. I held it in between us to read the message I had received.

From: Videl
Come over. Emergency. It's about Gohan.

I arched a brow at it. An emergency involving Gohan? Despite the fact that, yes, we were all friends, that seemed something Videl could handle on her own. They were engaged, after all. But if it was important enough for her to inform me about whatever his disposition might be, I was gonna go ahead and be there for them both. Hell, for all I knew he could have gotten the new prevalent heart disease and was going to die.

Vegeta had his arms crossed over his chest, giving me a questioning look. I pouted at him as I had done earlier.

"What?"

"Are you leaving to see those fools, then?"

He was so nosy. I sighed, pocketing the device once more. "Yes. Unlike you I have these things called friends." I said teasingly, pecking him on the lips once more. He rolled his eyes and huffed, pushing himself away from me as though I had a disease, and stalking out of the room. He mumbled as usual. Though I only caught a few words - something along the lines of. "Whatever," and "I needed to train anyway." I shook my head. Oh, Vegeta. How I loved him.

That asshole.

TBC