SEDUCTRESS

Chapter 3: HER POWER

The mistress was playing around under the sheets. And the Prince was having the time of his life. Although, he knew his moments with her were what most people would call 'morally wrong', he couldn't fathom his existence without her.

The Prince observed the form of his mistress covered in their bed sheets crawl to his direction. She crawled on top of him and her beautiful head emerged from by his chest. She distributed gentle kisses on his chest.

She dropped her weight on his body and took a deep breath before completely relaxing on top of his chest. The Prince traced circular patterns on her bareback.

"When are you taking me to the palace?" Bulma kept her eyes closed, taking in his scent. She was playing a dangerous game. She was becoming very fond of the Prince and this was not like her. Her goals were very clear but the Prince was one of a kind. The Prince was the only one that had really cared about her and that made him special for her. She getting closer to her goal but she was not there yet. But soon she would.

"The day after tomorrow. I will arrange everything for your arrival." She giggled and went back under the sheets. She giggled to celebrate two things: the fact that her plan was going as she planned and at what she was about to do under those sheets.

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Kakarot yawned as he flew to the Prince's mountain home. The breeze was nice and cool and he remembered the day Vegeta met his mistress. He was there with him. They actually had just arrived from purging Oberon, a planet of massive forests and home to a group of very powerful warriors. They almost matched the Saiyans' strength, almost. But like in every battle they'd been, the Saiyans rose victorious. Kakarot chuckled as he remembered how he'd met mistress Bulma.

Flashback:

The King stood with his arms open ready to embrace his son. The Empire was welcoming the Prince, Kakarot and the small Saiyan armada that followed them. The King congratulated them for a job well done and his pride for his son was apparent. Princess Zuri was there as well to welcome her husband. Her eyes glowed in pride as the Prince touched the ground. The Prince and his followers bowed to the King. And the King placed his arm around his son's shoulders.

"Well done son!"

"Father."

"There are good news for the Empire, Vegeta." Everyone followed the rulers inside the palace.

"Planet Earth has being purged as well and is now our property."

Princess Zuri joined the Prince's side and grabbed his arm. Vegeta glanced at the princess when he left her touch. The palace doors opened and the main hall erupted in applauses. Vegeta was surprised and looked at his father for answers.

"Tonight we celebrate your success in Oberon and the success in Earth." The King announced to the guests.

Princess Zuri kissed Vegeta's cheek. Before Vegeta could react the King called his attention.

"Son, you better go and clean up." The King dragged the Prince to the side. "And there's a special surprise waiting for you in your old dormitory."

The Prince propped up an eyebrow in suspicion. Special surprise? What kind of surprise. The Prince thought that, obviously, it would be a woman. Perhaps a Saiyan courtesan? He hoped not. His wife was prettier than most of the Saiyan courtesans.

"Are you serious?" The Prince asked.

The King chuckled. "Son you're entitled to a little fun with other women other than your wife." The King pushed the Prince toward the hallway that would lead him to his bachelor dormitory.

The Prince started to walk but hesitated.

"Trust me son. Enjoy yourself but make sure you do come back to the celebration."

The Prince continued to walk to his bachelor dormitory. Kakarot noticed his Prince leave the celebration and followed him.

Kakarot called out to the Prince. "Vegeta!"

"What?" Vegeta glanced back.

"Where are you going?"

"To change. You should do the same and apparently a special surprise awaits in my old bedroom."

"A special surprise?" Kakarot thought hard as he caught up to Vegeta. "Oh, I get it. Hey! How come I don't get a surprise?"

"Because you're not mated and it's easier for you to get any woman you want without anybody frowning upon your conquests."

"Now that you put it that way."

"Come on, my father probably left two courtesans. I'll let you choose one."

Kakarot patted Vegeta's back. "How about the party?"

"What party would you prefer? A night with a female or a night with drunk Saiyans?"

"Yeah, screw the celebration." Kakarot said as they reached Vegeta's doors. Vegeta pushed both door open and there she was, staring at the opened balcony. She was giving them her back. She wore a transparent black robe. The robe hugged her body perfectly. Her right shoulder was exposed and her hair was pinned up in a loose bun. She looked over her shoulder when she heard the doors open.

"Prince Vegeta?" She sweetly greeted. She turned around and with her hand she brushed back a few strands of hair that fell on her face. Her blue eyes sparkled as she noticed Kakarot. She covered her chest with her hands. But both Saiyans were able to see her perfect breasts through the transparent black fabric before she covered herself with her arms.

"Kakarot." Vegeta said without leaving her eyes.

"Yes?' Kakarot was still drooling.

"Leave." Vegeta ordered and gently pushed Kakarot to the side.

"But you said--"

Vegeta turned his face to see Kakarot. "I said if there were two. Obviously there's only one. Now, leave."

"Okay." Kakarot said as he slowly took a step back but never taking his eyes off the woman in front of him.

"Leave quicker!" Vegeta raised his voice when Kakarot was taking his sweet time.

"I'm going." Kakarot still had his eyes on the woman.

"KAKAROT!!!" Vegeta yelled.

"Alright!" Kakarot snapped out of it and turned around and closed the doors behind him. He heard a feminine chuckle.

Kakarot landed just outside the mountain home. That woman was truly stunning; he didn't blame his Prince's lack of concentration when she was near. He would have lost his head for her too. He was sure he would have lost his reason for her. In fact, Vegeta had already lost his reason for that woman. It was just a matter of time to discover what the ramifications would be. He took a deep breath and walked through the doors.

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Bulma had just showered again and was getting dressed. Vegeta slept peacefully on the bed. She contemplated his brawny back since he was sleeping upside down. She put on a black strapless mini dress. She allowed her hair to cascade down. She applied her make up and her delicate perfume. She walked to his side and ran her fingers through his hair. She leaned in and kissed his lips.

"Where are you going?" He asked as he slid his hand up her dress.

"It's time for lunch Prince. I'll meet you outside?"

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Enjoy what?" Bulma asked amused.

"The power you hold over me."

Bulma pushed him to his side so that he lay on his back and sat next to him. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Very much." Bulma nipped his ear.

"Watch it Bulma." The Prince said a little irritated by her response.

Bulma mounted the Prince and lowered her face to his. "Don't tell me you don't enjoy it, don't tell me you don't enjoy ME."

"I do far more than that every fucking night." Vegeta pushed Bulma forward bringing both of them in a sitting position. Bulma hugged his neck. Vegeta did more than enjoy their nights of passion. He loved her so much that most of the time he took care of her necessities first and foremost. He never did such thing for a woman. Bulma controlled him in bed to the extent that he surrendered his Saiyan pride when he slept in her arms. And she knew it. Fuck! She knew it; he saw it in her eyes. How could he be reduced to a horny male when he was with her. How could she do it? And it wasn't just physically. His attraction and love for her went beyond sex and their physical chemistry. She owned him, she owned his warrior heart, she owned his body, his attention, his deepest and most hidden feelings, she took his passion to new levels and she knew it. Damn! She knew it.

"Get off!"

"No."

Vegeta stared coldly at his mistress. Her attitude pissed him off. But he would never push her. He couldn't do it. Her aroma and her body took away his will. Looking at her in her fresh and young self made him want to have her just where she was, on top of him with her beautiful and gentle arms around him.

Bulma smiled at him and softened her gaze. She leaned in to kiss him. But Vegeta turned his head to the side. Bulma grabbed his chin and turned his head to her direction. He could act like such a baby sometimes. But she knew how to handle the spoiled and angry Prince. She'd perfected that skill.

Bulma leaned in and kissed him like she did only a few times. And the Prince melted in her lips. He infused their bodies with pressure. His body tensed up and he held her with force. Bulma felt his muscles flex and she dug her fingers in his hair. As if in cue, both separated and Vegeta attacked her neck and her chest. He kissed her roughly, like he did only a few times. Bulma became excited and softly moaned next to his ear. Her moans became more ragged and louder as Vegeta worked wonders with his lips. Both lovers kept the intensity of their hold. They never allowed themselves to relax their arms around each other. Their necessity for each other molted their bodies together.

"That's why I can't spend the whole day with you." Vegeta said as reached for her lips again.

KNOCK, KNOCK—

Vegeta stopped and took a deep and much needed breath before allowing his head to relax on Bulma's chest. Bulma stopped her frantic pleas. She gently cradled his head with her hand and rubbed his scalp. She kissed his cheek and with her other hand she caressed his back. She savored the moment. Because whether she had admitted it or not, she loved him, in her own manipulative, controlling, and sick way, she loved him. And he loved her. He admitted his feeling to himself a long time ago. He loved her desperately, like his life was not enough to love her and have her. His physical need for her body had grown into a deep emotional bond.

KNOCK, KNOCK—

The interruption knocked both out of their own personal thoughts.

"Lady Bulma?" Ami called behind the door.

"Yes?" Bulma answered.

"Kakarot is here. He says it's important for him to speak with the Prince."

Vegeta raised his head and stared at Bulma with wide eyes. Bulma smiled at his reaction.

"Relax, it's not like your father personally came for you."

"No, but he sent Kakarot."

"Get dressed and I'll go down. I haven't seen Kakarot for such a long time."

Bulma removed herself from Vegeta's lap and walked to the door. Vegeta stayed in bed fighting his arousal. He was going to need a cold shower. Bulma stopped at the door and fanned herself with her hand and took a deep breath. Vegeta noticed.

"What's wrong?"

Bulma ran her hands down the skirt of her dress and fluffed her hair. "You're not the only one who has to shake it off." Bulma said as she looked at Vegeta's lap. Vegeta stood up and ran to the shower. Bulma repressed a giggle and exited the room.

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Bulma descended the stairs barefooted. Kakarot waited at the base of the staircase. He was looking around but when Bulma reached his sight, he froze and only stared. Bulma walked down the stairs seductively. She knew the effect she had on Vegeta's friends, especially on Kakarot. He always kept his distance out of respect for the Prince but that never stopped him from looking and as long as he didn't touch she didn't have a problem with delighting his pupils.

"Hello Kakarot. How long has it been?"

"Bulma." Kakarot tilted his head down. This woman's presence demanded respect just by existing. "I say it has been a few months now."

Bulma reached Kakarot. "Yeah you're right, a few months."

Bulma gave a light laugh. "So what brings you here?"

"Oh come on Bulma. You know why I'm here." Kakarot looked at Bulma from head to toes.

"What? You came for Vegeta?"

"You kidnapped the Prince and the King is not happy about it. He has duties."

"Kidnap? I think it's impossible for someone like me to kidnap Vegeta." Bulma walked around Kakarot, like she was sizing him up. God, he could smell her. She smelled desirable. Kakarot forced himself out of it.

"You have other ways to persuade him into staying." Kakarot followed Bulma with his eyes.

"How would you know?" Bulma whispered into Kakarot's ear. Kakarot shuddered at the feel of her breath.

"I wish I knew." Kakarot answered and Bulma laughed as she came to stand in front of him.

"You're funny Kakarot." Bulma touched his armor. Kakarot swallowed hard. Man, this woman sure can make a man feel special with just a touch or a glance from her. Vegeta sure was lucky.

"You know, I've always wondered how you managed to become what you are now for Vegeta. He never kept a female as long as he's kept you." Kakarot spoke as he placed his hand on Bulma's.

Bulma smiled and looked up to see his eyes. Even for a tough warrior, Kakarot had a playful and gentle personality. And sometimes he could be very nosy.

"And that's something you will never find out my dear Kakarot."

Vegeta was descending the stairs as she saw Kakarot drooling over Bulma. Bulma was toying with his friend again. Why she played that game, he wasn't sure. Although it was Kakarot and he knew that Kakarot was loyal to him, he didn't like Bulma interacting with him.

"Kakarot!" Vegeta yelled. The unaware Kakarot jumped and slapped Bulma's hand down. Bulma laughed enjoying Kakarot's startled expression.

"Ve..Vegeta!"

Vegeta reached the bottom of the stairs and wrapped his hand around Bulma's waist. Bulma placed her hand on Vegeta's hand.

"Hey Vegeta, about what you saw, I--"

"Why the hell are you here?"

"Your father sent me." Kakarot answered as he went back to his usual calm self. He glanced at the beauty standing next to Vegeta. Bulma smiled.

Vegeta, aware of Kakarot's target of attention rolled his eyes. "Why? What does he want?"

"Well there's a meeting with the council, apparently, the guests will arrive sooner than expected and he wants you at the palace." Kakarot said, still with his eyes on Bulma.

"Look at me when you're talking to me you moron." Vegeta's annoyance was bordering into fury.

Kakarot snapped his attention back to Vegeta.

"Sorry about that but it's not my fault she's so pretty." Kakarot waved his hands toward Bulma.

"Save the flattering Kakarot. When do they arrive?"

"Tomorrow morning. And of course the celebration is tomorrow night."

"Shit!"

"Celebration? What celebration Vegeta?" Bulma turned her attention to the Prince.

"My father is hosting a celebration to officially welcome his guests." Vegeta explained never leaving Kakarot's face. He was not planning on telling Bulma since she was his mistress and the Princess was the one expected to enter the celebration from Vegeta's arm. What a nosy son of a bitch.

"And you weren't going to tell me right?"

Vegeta turned to his mistress. "I, um-"

"It's okay love, I don't mind. But are you still taking me to the palace with you?" Bulma was being very understanding.

"Yes."

Bulma reached Vegeta's lips and kissed him. Vegeta pulled her even closer and returned the kiss.

"Ahem!" Kakarot cleared his throat.

Vegeta stopped their kiss and looked at Kakarot. Bulma giggled.

"What?"

"We should go back to the palace Vegeta. Like you, your father lacks the virtue of patience." Kakarot scratched the back of his head while he grinned. Public affection made Kakarot a little uncomfortable.

"Fine. Let's go." Vegeta said before glancing at Bulma.

"I know. See you tonight?" Bulma said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I'll come for you tonight. Don't pack anything, I'll make sure you have everything you need at the palace."

Bulma positioned herself between Vegeta and Kakarot. She gave Kakarot her back and wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck.

"Whatever you say." Bulma planted a passionate kiss on his lips.

Kakarot began whistling. Vegeta growled and looked at Kakarot. "Wait outside!"

"Sheesh Vegeta!" Kakarot turned around to exit.

"Vegeta?"

"Hmm?"

"May I take Ami with me to the palace?"

"The old bag?"

"Yes, I trust her and she's very helpful."

"If that's what you want."

Bulma smiled. "Thank you!"

"Bulma, the celebration--"

Bulma placed her finger on his lips. "Don't worry about it. It's just a party. I know my place." Bulma kissed him one more time.

Vegeta smirked. She was taking this very well, maybe too well. He suspected she was onto something but he didn't know what. He didn't want to think about it, he had his father to think about. That was a bigger deal. HE would find out later, if she were onto something.

Vegeta propped her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Bulma held on and pressed her body against his. After they had enough of each other, Vegeta put her down. The Prince slapped his mistress' ass before walking away. Of course, Bulma returned the butt slap. Vegeta looked back and she winked. Vegeta gave her his usual smirk and walked out.

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"Ami, pack your bags, we're going to the palace." Bulma said as she threw herself on the bed.

"For how long lady?" Ami asked as she cleaned the mess in Bulma's bedroom.

"Forever."

Ami turned to look at Bulma with wide eyes. "Forever?"

"Yes Ami, I have a feeling that the palace will become our permanent home from now on." Bulma laughed a sinister laugh that assured Ami the mistress was a force to reckon with.

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"Vegeta, I think it's a bad idea taking Bulma to the palace. Your wife's there."

Both Saiyans flew over the mountains. They were going at a fast pace. The King was waiting and Vegeta knew he didn't like to wait.

"I didn't ask for your opinion Kakarot."

"No you didn't but your father will have something to say about it."

"I'll deal with him when the time comes."

"I smell trouble coming on but at least I'll enjoy watching it!"

"You're sick you know that?" Vegeta said as they landed on the palace's front doors.

"Maybe." Kakarot patted Vegeta's back.

Kakarot and Vegeta walked to the King's office in silence. They stopped at the door and Vegeta took a deep breath before entering his father's office.

Kakarot grinned. "Like I said this is going to be good."

Vegeta looked at Kakarot push the doors open. His father was still at his desk. The King looked up when the doors flew open. To his side was still Nappa and Vegeta swallowed hard. There were a few things that he needed to discuss with his father. A very important few things.

Vegeta walked to stand in front of the King. "Father."

"Finally! Look who decided to show up!" The King leaned back on his chair.

"Father, we need to talk."

"I say so." The King furrowed his eyebrows at his son.

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Here's chapter 3. There will be one more very long chapter and that will be the end for this story. I'm actually debating between two endings, either a satisfactory one or a very miserable ending for our fav couple. What do you guys think? Let me know please!!! Thanks to those who have reviewed. You are truly the best.