After dragging her offstage, The Prince righted her chair back on to four legs. Bulma took a few deep breaths to center herself. Holy shit, that performance was hot. What was it about being the envy of an entire room full of women that got her so damn wet?

She looked up to find The Prince staring at her expectantly, but Bulma wasn't sure what he wanted... money? praise? to take her back to his dressing room and have his way with her?

A few awkward moments passed before he offered her his hand. She took it and savored the way his warm hand captured hers. The Prince pulled her up to stand and reached behind her to grab her chair and pass it to a nearby stagehand.

Oh. He wanted her chair.

He started leading her away, one of his palms rested lightly on the small of her back. Her heart rate quickened at the feeling of his touch, and she found herself wishing to feel that touch all over her smooth skin. Blue eyes gazed at him longingly, paying no mind to where The Prince was taking her.

Up close, Bulma was able to admire his sharp, masculine facial features, and resolved that she definitely wanted to have sex with him. Hell, she practically already did on stage. The thought pulled her lips into a mischievous grin.

"Thanks for being such a great participant, if you talk to Tien at the bar he'll get you a free t-shirt," The Prince said. Bulma's smile faded, the line sounded rehearsed and lacked the sultry undertone his voice onstage had.

He passed her to one of the security guards who escorted her back to the main room. She turned her head to watch The Prince be given a robe by another stagehand, they caught eyes one last time and he smirked.

Bulma stood outside the stage exit, her stomach was doing flips as she tried to assign meaning to every tiny thing The Prince did. He was definitely into her, that much was clear. Their connection was palpable, electric even, she wouldn't be surprised if everyone else in the room felt it too. It's not like you can fake something like that.

Her legs were still quaking as she made her way towards the bar. To steady herself, Bulma leaned against the smooth dark counter and waved, asking for Tien. The bald man nodded at her in greeting before recognizing her as the girl who had just been on stage, and gestured for her to follow.

He led her past the booze lined shelves of the bar and pointed to a display with the selection of t-shirts pinned to the wall, asking for her preference. Bulma eyed her options, many of which had the Temptations logo in various colors or silly sayings. "Maybe that one," Tien suggesting point to a shirt with a small crown on it.

It was a light pink shirt and in black writing read, 'Fuck a knight in shining armor, give me THE PRINCE'. Bulma smiled and nodded. Tien rummaged through a box under the shelf, "Sorry we only have XL."

"I'll take it!" Bulma replied without hesitation. He handed over the shirt and she hugged it tightly to her chest. It would serve as a memento of the night they first met.

Bulma approached the table where her friends were seated wearing the oversized t-shirt over her party dress. With the excitement waning she began to feel tired and plopped back into a chair before Lazuli and Chi Chi applauded her.

"Wow, Bulma, you're so lucky!" Chi Chi squealed. "That Prince guy was super sexy."

Bulma sighed, "you guys, I really feel like we had a connection. I mean, like when we locked eyes… it just... it felt so real."

"I think that's your vagina talking," Lazuli laughed as she polished of the last of her cocktail.

Bulma squirmed uncomfortably, thinking about the aching need between her thighs. "I'm not joking! I think we have something!"

"Did he give you his number?" Chi Chi asked excitedly.

"...well...no..."

"Bulma, he's a performer, his entire job is to create a fantasy to get you hot and bothered," Lazuli reasoned. "It's just for fun, don't think too hard about it."

Her friends just didn't understand. They didn't experience what she had, they didn't feel the electricity between her and The Prince. He noticed her in a crowd of so many women, all screaming and begging for his attention, he picked her.

Bulma stayed quiet after that, and it wasn't long until their other friends from dinner reappeared. There weren't anymore performances on the main stage and everyone seemed pretty partied out and ready to leave.

Once she made it back to her apartment, she kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her satin party dress. Sitting at her vanity, Bulma went through the motions of her nightly routine. She removed her makeup and smeared her moisturizer across her face then began the task of brushing out her unruly hair. The brush slid through her blue tresses and Bulma was taken to a place where instead of the bristles of the brush sliding through her hair, it was the nimble fingers of The Prince.

Her eyes closed and she relished in the fantasy of his hands groping the back of her neck, fingers brushing through her hair and nails grazing her scalp. His mouth would be hot, a heavy kiss would devour her mouth.

Bulma opened her eyes and bit her lip as she forced herself to continue her evening ritual. She placed her brush down and imagined strong arms pulling her toward her bed as she plopped underneath her covers. Enveloped in silky sheets, Bulma remembered the light pressure of The Prince's body as he rocked his hips against hers, making her core ache. She turned over, begging sleep take her and after long minutes trapped in her thoughts of thrusting hips and hungry kisses she rolled to the other side.

Sleep was evading Bulma. Her mind whirling from the evening's events and body reeling with a need that only The Prince could satisfy.

She shut her eyes to meet his sultry gaze once more, feel his hot breath caress her face as his body moved over and against hers. Her hands found purchase on her own skin thinking about all the delicious things The Prince would do to her. He would use his mouth on her neck, her palm feeling where his lips would burn her skin.

Sliding up the hem of her shirt, he would expose her naked form to his hungry gaze. His eager hands would explore her curves, leaving a blaze where they made contact. His mouth would descend to her chest and tease her nipples. Her fingers pinched each one as his mouth nipped and sucked her tender flesh, before trailing wet kisses down the expanse of her stomach.

A soft moan escaped her mouth as one hand dipped below her panties tracing over the tuft of hair at the edge of her slit. His tongue would tease her lips before diving in to taste her essence. Fingers slick with her arousal, she began a slow assault on her clit the way The Prince's tongue would. He would drive her wild as he placed his attention on her throbbing nub in quick desperate flicks of his tongue.

Bulma sighed as her own ministrations brought her closer to the edge, but she knew The Prince would want more.

She pulled a pillow on top of herself, wanting the feel of his weight on her body. Her legs spread to accommodate his length as she pressed three fingers (he was well endowed afterall) into her warmth. As a true gentleman would, The Prince gave Bulma a moment to adjust to such an invasion and after a moment, began to move within her, relishing the stretch over his length. Bulma began to pump her fingers faster as she fucked herself with the same fervor she imagined he would.

Her breathing was erratic, toes curling as the assault on her body reached its long awaited climax. Loud moans echoed in the night as Bulma came hard on her fingers. The Prince would feel satisfied that she came first, and would fuck her throughout each gratifying wave of her orgasm before succumbing to the euphoria of his own release.

Holding him close one more moment, Bulma laid in the exhausted intoxication of her climax. Eyes closed, running her fingers up and down the pillow, imagining the way The Prince would kiss her neck and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. She rolled over to rest on her pillow Prince, and her body throbbed pleasantly as she drifted into a satisfied slumber.