Very sorry for the late update, my laptop died. But now we are back up and running! :)
Also wanted to say thank you so much for reading and the lovely comments people have been sending, I do really appreciate them. And also thank you to whoever decided to nominate the story for 'Most Violent' in the Tumblr The Prince and the Heiress VegeBul Writing and Art Community award, again I'm very appreciative of it.
After getting on the ferry, they'd slept for 6 hours. Bulma hadn't slept very well though. She was in fits of worry about her partner and family finding out. She'd flicked through all the news channels trying to see if there was anything about her being missing but there was nothing. Vegeta was quite relaxed, but he was always like that. For anybody who didn't know under that exterior beat a cold callous, angry serial killer, you wouldn't know it to look at him. "I've decided," She said placing down a glass of wine as they sat on the sunny deck having some lunch "I don't like you as a blonde." She started him and he chuckled whilst eating his food.
"I don't like it either. But should be able to come out once we get on the island."
"I'm going to buy you some dye on here and we're going to dye it back as soon as we get on there. It just isn't you, it's weird." she laughed. "It's like I'm talking to somebody else but then your voice comes out."
"That's kind of the point." He took hold of his wine taking a sip glancing a look over to see blue ocean all around them. It was a beautiful place to be to sit with his lover and have some lunch. Sun was not too hot, but slowly getting there or maybe the sea breeze was taking the edge off, and with endless blue ocean each way they looked.
"It's beautiful" Bulma agreed as if he'd made that point aloud. "Wish we could stay at sea forever." she carried on and saw the arch of his eyebrow as a hint to carry on "Why didn't you make it that I'd committed suicide or something?"
"Because I could sort out myself running away but I didn't know you were going to come and I couldn't exactly hang around too much after I got out could I? It would take a while to sort anything like that out, and I had to leave as soon as possible." Of course that was true but she just wished they could have done that as a final thing, a final way of making sure they wouldn't be chased across the countries. She dug her fork into her salmon and finished the last mouthful feeling him looking at her the entire time. When you were with him, you had to get used to that. He had a powerful stare about him and he used it completely. However, she guessed when he was looking at her it was through lust and love, not the stare he gave to others to warn them he would bite.
They finished their meal and after Bulma had returned from the toilet she saw Vegeta stood against the railing staring out at the sea. She walked over and stood next to him, fighting with her hair in the wind to keep it out of her face. He looked over chuckling at her struggle before slipping himself behind her and sliding his arms around her middle. She smiled to herself and stroked a hand down his cheek over her shoulder.
"Why don't I hate you?" she sighed as she hugged his arms back as they stood together looking out at the sea. She felt his lips drop on her shoulder for an affectionate kiss before he rested his head next to hers.
"The same reason I don't hate you." he replied simply. Bulma allowed herself to sigh happily in his embrace holding him tighter as she did so.
Bulma was lying in bed watching the news again looking for anything relating to a missing police officer but saw nothing. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Vegeta rubbing his eyes and looking in the mirror as he took out his other contact lens. She was holding a lot of guilt. Here she was planning a new life with this killer who by all rights should be paying his dues in prison. Yes he'd served some time, and due to the terrible sentencing system more than what some murderers got, but that didn't excuse this did it? Just because he had his reasons didn't mean to say he should not suffer for it. But did he suffer? The brief story he'd told her of his past explained so much to her about why he was like he was. The times he'd shuddered awake at night covered in a cold sweat, the times when he didn't go to sleep frightened by his own dreams, the way he didn't understand love or how families interacted and what they did for each other, and most of all the way sometimes she'd catch him just staring into nothingness obviously deep in thought when it seemed there was nothing to think about. Constantly he was thinking about that, and now she knew. All that terrible abuse he suffered was what he always thought about, and that was what he suffered with. She knew him better than anybody and now plain as day she could see that's what he did.
So maybe a prison cell wasn't him suffering, him being alive was him suffering. And nothing they did would be worse to him than that or him having those memories to dream about. But also a lot of her guilt was held in the fact he'd done all of it because of her. Affectively it was her rejecting him that had made that monster inside of him, and she hadn't wanted to reject him. She'd become worried about getting caught and risking both of their lives. The stress of juggling two men, one she loved like a part of her soul, and the other she barely wanted to spend time with had become too much. It was becoming obvious to her other half that her feelings laid elsewhere so she had to break it off. If she had of been braver, if she had of just accepted her feelings for Vegeta, those people would still be there and that was what she struggled with.
Vegeta padded to the bed shedding his clothes as he did so and slipped into the other side of the bed. "Anything?" he questioned as he got comfortable knowing she was looking for any mention of her.
"Not yet." She said a little happily.
"Well in 7 hours we will be docking and it won't matter a little bit any more."
"Have you got any idea about jobs when we get there?"
"Not yet," he yawned rubbing his eyes "that sort of thing we can check out. I did have another idea."
"Hm," She pressed him to continue with a grunt of trepidation.
"Different surnames."
"Different surnames?" She questioned not following his point.
"Well we can go by our names on the island, but I figured that our last names shouldn't be used in case somebody Googles us or something." He reasoned expertly.
"Hm, okay." She agreed with a shrug "What are you thinking?"
"Have any ideas?" He pushed it back on her.
"I'm thinking, we should have the same surname." She beamed a sweet smile at him and he returned a smirk knowing what that insinuated.
"So, given my Asian heritage down the line, should really be something oriental..." He thought aloud. "Ouji?"
"What does that mean?"
"Loosely its Prince in Japanese." He explained and she barked a laugh; trust him to pick something that arrogant.
"Okay, Bulma Ouji it is." She giggled before snuggling down into a comfortable position.
"Good night, Bulma Ouji." He said with a grin as he pressed a kiss on her cheek and rolling over to go to sleep. He heard her sniff a laugh before spoon into the back of him.
The next morning they were quiet, deathly so. Both having their own feelings of trepidation and excitement. She felt sick, but wanted to do it more than anything. Whilst her head changed its mind every few seconds in relation to how it felt about Vegeta, her heart had been made up for years and was taking control on this one. It was finally taking what it wanted and it had always wanted him. "Visas and passports please" An immigration officer asked as she walked up to the side of the roadster they were both sat in awaiting clearance to disembark and continue with their lives. Bulma handed what she requested to Vegeta who handed it over to the woman. She opened them both and looked hard at the two. Bulma felt nervous and a blush crept into her cheeks. "I'll be back in a moment." The officer said before turning around and walking away mumbling into her radio.
"Shit, shit." Bulma hissed to Vegeta quietly but he didn't look bothered as he watched where she'd walked. He watched as she spoke into her radio and waited for responses to her questions.
"C'mon, we've got this far, It's going to work." Vegeta being positive? She made a mental note to add it to her diary later on but she felt like being sick. After a few moments Vegeta could see a colleague also in uniform had joined her but he couldn't see from where he was who it was, or if it was a more senior colleague. It was frustrating him. "Don't worry." Vegeta then chuckled as the woman officer moved and he saw who it was that she was talking to. He was a large man, with a big beaming friendly face, hair scruffy and everywhere, unprofessional almost for an officer but it was an island that it didn't seem matter on. As the man approached the vehicle Vegeta held out his hand and the beaming man slapped his hand in it and brought him into a 'bro-hug'.
"Hey buddy." The man beamed to Vegeta thrilled to see him. "This must be the lady you've told me so much about." His gaze then turned to Bulma. He was an attractive man, very friendly looking and had big chocolate eyes to match his hair.
"She is indeed. This is Goku Son, Chief Of Police." Vegeta didn't return her name since at the moment she was meant to be somebody else.
"Hello there, pleased to meet you." Bulma smiled back politely.
"No no, the pleasure is all mine. I'm going to take care of you both now you are here." It wasn't sarcastic and he smiled in a very genuine way. She instantly liked this man. "Anything you need, I'm going to make sure I get it for you, and you'll find everybody here is happy to do the same."
"Can we do a proper meet and greet later?" Vegeta interjected "I would like to get on the island properly."
"Of course. You going to follow me so I can show you where you guys are going to live?" Vegeta nodded in response. "Okay, just pull off and park next to that set of trees there, I'll pull out a car in front and lead you to the humble abode." He winked with his grin. He handed back the passports and visas that were now stamped with their pass to do so. Vegeta started up the engine and followed as his friend had stated. He pulled out from the ferry and onto the island's blazing sunshine and heat and pulled up next to a green tree.
"Wow, hot." Bulma said putting on her sunglasses.
"I know, we are going to have to make sure we have cupboards full of sun-cream or you are going to fry like bacon." He teased poking on her arm pointing out how white her skin was. She sent him a look before smiling. He always teased her about that.
"He seems nice." Bulma nodded gesturing towards Goku. A few moments later a blue 4x4 pulled up in front of them, and they set off.
"Yeah."
"You do a hit for him?" She questioned with a bit of a sneer and a lot with curiosity.
"I'll explain later about that." Vegeta waved it off.
She was astounded by the beautiful country she found herself in. They drove through lots of greenery on the island. Even as they passed through small towns and the like, it still felt like an island. It was paradise. High class living was very clear from the shops that were around, jewellery stores, cars they were driving past and the houses that they passed. "We're up there I believe." Vegeta pointed to a mountain in the eye line in front of them. They drove for 15 minutes or so, when Goku in front pulled over and Vegeta pulled up next to him. Even they as they sat there on the side of the road, Bulma was drawing comparisons to Beverley Hills as it felt like that, but quaint. Not as big or gratuitous. The types of houses, cars, shops they were seeing was almost the same, but it was small like an idealised version with more sand and country roads.
"Just had a call so I'll have to leave you..." he called through his window "...keep driving straight for about 5 minutes, you'll pass a green house, that's mine then you are the next turning on the right after that, it's about 3 minutes? The house is yellow, but you shouldn't miss it. I'll be around later to check in." He beamed.
"Thanks." Vegeta held out his hand again and shook the officer's hand.
"Nothing I can do will ever repay what you did for me." Goku replied. "Catch you later." Goku called waving to Bulma as he pulled around and drove back down the mountain they'd driven up. Following his direction Vegeta continued up the road. Spotting in the distance the yellow house Goku referred to, then saw the next right hand turning to turn the drive to it.
"Fuck off!" Bulma gasped at the house she could see they were about to pull up in. The gates to the house opened and Vegeta drove slowly down the drive. The house was huge, the kind of house seen on MTV Cribs. Uniquely it was out the side of the mountain although some of it was dug in the side of the mountain. They were not high up the mountain as she could see the sea, and what looked to be the beach so it seems they had a connection to it. The house was rounded in shape around the front and greenery surrounded it with extensive looking lawns. Beautiful green grass, with green tress, the blue sea and the white sand just near it. As they pulled around the front to park up Bulma could see the front of the house that faced the sun and the sea, was glass fronted to make use of the light. "Vegeta, are you joking?" She gasped as he parked on the drive way in front of the house.
"What?" He asked bemused.
"We are going to live here?"
"Yup." He smirked almost proudly as he turned the engine off and they both climbed out. He popped the boot open and lifted out the bags.
"This is..." she froze as she looked around. It was so private. No neighbours, the side that Goku was on was blocked off with heavy shrubbery and trees. In her lungs and nose she could smell the fresh sea air and it was amazing. A whole life away from where they'd come from, the other side of the world. "...is like a Photoshoped Instagram picture."
"I needed to convince you to stay somehow didn't I?" He joked as they stood in front of it.
"How rich are you?" She asked as they walked towards the front door.
"Very." He pulled up the mat in front of the brown front door. The yellow that Goku had referenced that the brick work around the glass it was yellow quite brightly so. Most houses on the island had a bright colour as the islanders, and countryman were a bright people, loved colour and culture. From underneath he picked up the key that was left and unlocked it. "After you." He waved her in after pushing the door into the house and dropped the bag in the large foyer.
The house was huge and open plan and only on one level. They stepped in and were greeted with a large living area, a large kitchen area to their left, with an adjoining dining area. "It's bigger than the pictures." Vegeta mentioned as he walked further into the house towards the living area. It was furnished, to a very high standard. Black leather sofas created a horseshoe in front of a very large plasma TV that was on the wall above an electric fireplace. There were visible pillars around the place and inside them were fishtanks that had tropical fish swimming happily and colourfully in their little world.
"You know when you are in prison you are meant to be repenting what you did, not shop for mansions." Bulma said as she walked into the kitchen. Again all furnished with black granite surfaces, red furnishings to finish, with red seats at the breakfast bar.
"I've never done much of the first." He admitted to what she already knew.
They walked around the house for another 15 minutes, finding two bedrooms that were furnished quite barely and Bulma had made a mental note that they would be good as children's bedrooms, there was a huge bathroom towards the back of the house, one half blocked off from the other so it was split in two. One half joined the master bedroom suite and the other was what would be considered as the family bathroom. Bulma had noted she'd seen the two person shower and jacuzzi bath that could accommodate two people in the en suite, not doubt a must he'd put in. It seemed all along he'd known she'd come with him. "And lastly." He said as they walked into the master suite. It was decorated in creams and browns with two large French doors that gave them a small decking area as a balcony and a straight view out to the sea.
"Wow." She walked over to it ignoring for the most part the large four poster bed fit for a king in the middle of the room and that the electric fireplace was also being shown in this room. "I've always wanted to live near a beach." She'd said wistfully remembering times as a child loving going to the seaside as her favourite day out.
"Yeah?" Vegeta asked as he stood at a huge dressing table for the final time removing his blue contacts.
"Yes, always loved it as a kid. And here I am with a house on the best view of a beach ever." she heard a clang in a bin then turned to see him rubbing his eyes. "Come on then." She grinned walking to him "Let's get you back." She grabbed from in her handbag the black hair dye they'd picked up on the ferry, grabbed his wrist then dragged him to the bathroom.
Vegeta looked in the mirror of their bathroom feeling better he saw his old reflection staring back at him. He ran fingers through his now black again hair. Bulma had also cut his hair for him since he hadn't had it cut in ages. She was still walking around their new house starstruck by what she could call her home now. When he'd seen the picture of it he knew it was the one, he wasn't sure why but a lot of his life was lived off instinct. He'd felt that when he'd first met her, and this was going to be their home. He knew she was at an age now where she was thinking of families and children, and if she wanted it, he'd give her anything.
He padded himself down with a towel as he'd stepped out of the shower wanting to slide into their new lives as quickly as possible - like they'd never lived anywhere else. Yes he could see in her eyes in some ways she was finding it difficult, but that was something she'd have to deal with. His past was fact, she knew it, those things he'd done were there and would always be there. She'd chosen to accept it so it was her choice. There wasn't anything he could say to change it. Tossing the towel aside he passed through to the adjoining walk in wardrobe to get some clothes. There was some already there, along with what they'd brought, but Vegeta had promised to take her out tomorrow so they could shop. He had a lot of money; crudely people paid a lot to have their problems removed. He slid on some jeans, socks and a t-shirt before walking out to find out where she was.
He found her stood at the glass bank across the front of their house staring out with a cup of no doubt coffee in her hands. She'd too had a shower, and changed her clothes wanting the long journey off her. He walked up so he was behind her and slid his arms around her dropping a kiss to the nape of her neck. "It's stunning." She admitted liking the affection from him and the tight embrace she was in.
"You sound a bit disappointed by it."
"For all the things we've done, do we deserve something so beautiful?" She said wistfully as she rested her head against his.
"There's no ultimate consequence, no final judgement, nothing at the end of this all." he started "All we've got are the years until our bodies give out, and we've wasted almost 15 of them bouncing around each other, I think we should stop thinking of things that way and do things right."
She took another sip of her coffee and thought over his words. Of course they were true, but surely that didn't mean you could just do anything you want because you lived one life? That would mean the world would have no morality, nobody would feel any remorse or guilt for anything they did. And yet a part of her did agree. She only loved him and would forever, she may as well be with him if she was going to. He'd mapped out this beautiful life for them, simply so they could be together. For all the evil committed by his hands, he did love her as much as anybody could love anybody else. They stood their embrace for a long time just staring out of the front of the house watching the waves break on the sea that was about 300 yards walk away. Again, he felt numb, almost content and only she gave that to him.
She'd just finished her coffee when they saw Goku walk down the drive holding the hand of a woman much shorter than him, curvy but on the slim side with long raven hair, who in turn was holding the hand of a small boy around the age of 10 with brown hair also. Bulma surmised correctly it was his wife and son. Vegeta broke his grip on her as he walked to the front door.
"Hey buddy!" Goku called out waving his hand in the air and then extended it as he reached him at the door. Vegeta shook his hand and let him into the house.
"Hi Vegeta." His wife regarded him guardedly but politely since her husband loved him so.
"Vegeta!" The son beamed brightly at the man and hugged Vegeta around the waist, his face pressed into his navel. Bulma watched the exchange and was even more shocked when Vegeta placed his hand on the kids head giving it a ruffle affectionately. "You going to live here now?"
"He sure is Gohan." Goku beamed as the small child unwrapped Vegeta and he closed the door. "So, how are you settling in?"
"Good." Vegeta nodded.
"Oh forgot, Chi-Chi Gohan, this is Bulma." Goku gestured to the nervous looking Bulma who Vegeta walked over to.
"Pleasure to meet you." Bulma smiled back and the woman smiled back sweetly.
"And you." She responded. "How do you like the place?" Chi-Chi asked as everybody walked towards the sofa's and sat down. Again Bulma watched with huge curiosity that when he sat down Gohan sat very close to Vegeta. How much had happened in his life that she didn't know about?
"It's beautiful. The island, the house, its all a bit overwhelming." She responded.
"It is. My father's the President and that's what he prides it on." Chi-Chi explained and that seemed to explain how Vegeta had got the visas for both of them so quickly without much vetting.
"So, how do you know each other?" Bulma asked Goku nodding to Vegeta and he froze for a bit.
"Well, maybe later." Goku waved it off nodding to Gohan and she guessed they didn't want to talk about it in front of the boy.
"It's so cool you are going to be here now Vegeta!" Gohan was excitedly jabbering holding a hand held console showing Vegeta how to play and bragging how good he was at the game.
"You know full well I'm going to beat you at any game we play." joked Vegeta and Gohan pouted.
"I've been practising real hard." Gohan told him "I can even beat Dad now."
"Sure okay kid. You may be good, but I've spent a lot of time locked in a room doing nothing but playing it, I'm pretty good too." Vegeta chuckled as did Gohan's parents. Bulma was slightly surprised that these two parents would let Vegeta near their child who was of a very similar age it seemed to the child that he'd killed.
"Okay." Gohan shrugged before turning back to back to his game sitting back on the chair.
"Here." Vegeta pulled out from his pockets a set of car keys then slid it over to Chi-Chi. "Will need a bit of a clean, but you are welcome to have it." When was Vegeta ever a generous person? Bulma asked herself.
"Oh, really?" Chi-Chi asked surprised.
"Yeah, just get the plates changed and the car registered here as soon as, and you can have it." He didn't want the car any more, they could get another, a whole fleet if necessary but that was the last tie to their old lives and he didn't want the car to be able to traced to them in anyway.
"Thanks." Chi-Chi smiled, stunned by the generosity. She hadn't met Vegeta very often, but knew to never turn her back on him and keep her wits about her.
"So, you guys fancy doing dinner?" Goku asked and Vegeta glanced to Bulma whom he noted was looking a little off.
"Let's stay here and do a barbecue tomorrow or something. We need to relax a bit." he covered and the couple nodded.
"Sure okay. Well we were on our way to go and see her friend..." Goku nodded to Chi-Chi "...so it makes sense to do it tomorrow anyway. Come on then Gohan." The family stood up, said their goodbyes and then left.
"How do you know them?" Bulma asked Vegeta instantly even before he'd closed the door.
"What? I can't know people that I haven't killed?" he asked sarcastically getting irritated by her inability to let it go.
"Never have you told me about them, and yet you act like best friends, and that kid loves you!" Her voice touching on angry.
"Chi-Chi's ex attacked and raped her, and then kept stalking her unable to let it go and the fact she was remarried and had a kid with her new guy when they together couldn't have kids. The guy then kidnapped Gohan. They came to me, I found the kid, returned him to his parents then sorted out their problem." explained Vegeta then saw her shake her head. "What?" he frowned angrily.
"It's that simple to you." She folded her arms disappointedly.
"Oh don't fucking give me this!" He spat waving a hand aggressively. "Your father is the head of a crime family that has killed more people that way then I could ever have, and your ex is the son of another crime father who's done the same. Don't you dare look at me like I'm the sick one when you are the one that has surrounded yourself with it. You don't give this sort of grief to your father why do I get the shake of the head or the looks?" He ranted angrily. "Even as a detective you have shot and killed a few people, so don't you dare trot on your high horse at me!" He shouted angrily. "I give you all of this, because I can accept what we have, maybe I was stupid to think you could too." he shook his heard, his teeth baring angrily before he walked out of the room towards the bedroom the door slamming behind him as he did so.
"I love you." He heard from behind him. He'd been sat on the balcony of their house listening to the waves and watching the sun go down. It was beautiful and the stuff of dreams, his especially. A few days ago he'd been sitting in a police cell staring at 4 walls, a metal toilet and a ceiling, but here he was in paradise, heaven on earth with the woman he loved. It just seemed that maybe it wasn't returned as much as she'd told him it was. Vegeta turned in his seat to see her standing in the door way and he turned away from ignoring her words that she seemed just to say to him these days. He heard her move across the decking towards him then sat down in the seat next to him. "I'm sorry that I'm acting ungrateful..." She admitted but still he looked straight ahead not turning to look at her. "...I'm not. This really is the stuff of my most deepest dreams and its with you. You know I've been in love with you since we first met. I guess..." She stopped unsure of how to phrase her next words to him "...that I feel guilt for what you did." This he turned to her at. He looked at her suspiciously "If we had of done this all of those years ago, if I could of accepted the fact that he wasn't ever going to take the place of you, those people would be alive."
"What's that got to do with anything?" He frowned. "What can we do to change anything? We can't. I'm pissed off that we have what we want here, what we've always wanted; each other and life without having to worry about being found, why are you trying to ruin it?"
"I don't know." She shook her head.
"Either you accept it, or go home." He said and her head shot up and look into his eyes. "I can't have you here if you are constantly going to make digs, give me those looks, those snide little remarks, who knows who could find out?"
"I want to be with you." Her hands grabbed his forearm clinging as if he was going to kick her out.
"Then stop it. We are Bulma and Vegeta Ouji here, not who we were." She stared in the now black again eyes of her lover mesmerised by them. "All I want is to love you, but I can't do that if you stop me." He finished knowing the affect his words of love had on her. He wouldn't use those words in front of anybody else, or to anybody else except her. Honestly they were very true, and he could use them freely with her because it was so, but he knew how to use it as well.
"This is what I want too." She assured him before an awkward silence fell over them. He bent down and took off his socks then stood up and walking back into the house. "Where are you going?" she asked thinking it wasn't the time to go anywhere.
"Walk on the beach." He shrugged. Smiling that she liked that idea too she jumped up and followed him.
It was now 8pm, and the sun was still setting, but it was still very warm. Bulma was holding Vegeta's hand tightly as they walked together down the beach. They hadn't really talked much still both unsure where the other was in relation to this. But the more they were there, the more she felt like they could be there forever. She was going to be Bulma Ouji, she wasn't Bulma Briefs the detective, she was Bulma Ouji the partner of a man she was deeply in love with that had just moved to the island. The interactions she'd seen earlier between him and Gohan were amazing. The child clearly was very fond of him, as any child would be of the saviour of him from the hands of a horrible man, and Vegeta seemed to like him too.
As she slid her arm around his waist, and his went around her shoulders so they could walk closer, she then realised that he probably believed the child he'd killed was done for good reasons. He'd derived no pleasure from it, hadn't even expressly wanted to but believed that its what the child would have wanted like he had. Whilst people said he was sadistic, there wasn't any sexual aspect to his murder unlike most serial killers, he didn't get sexual pleasure from it, he'd only done it seemingly for business. Much like her father. Like he said, why did she hold them differently? Vegeta wouldn't hurt her, and certainly from what she'd seen with Gohan, he wouldn't hurt a child. Wasn't that enough? It wouldn't hurt her or any children they would have, and the murders he'd done had killed bad people. They weren't just people on the 'wrong turf' or had 'disrespected him' like many other excuses she'd heard over the years, they were people where they'd got off some how, where they had seriously done horrible crimes but were out free. Ironic that here he was, again he didn't deal with ironies.
They'd doubled back about 5 minutes ago walked back towards their house that they could see from where they were. Only just because most of it was out of site. Vegeta stopped and looked out at the sea. "Do you just not want to talk about it?"
"It's a part of our history, I'm not sure we can just ignore it." she admitted standing next to him her hair blowing as they looked out at the horizon watching some very expensive yachtes off to the right pulling towards the harbour.
"I know you are worried that they'll find you, but they won't. Out of all of the variables, they won't come to us. You have a mobster Dad, a mobster partner, a police officer, there's so many avenues to go down rather than you ran away."
"Yes." she agreed. "I had no reason to run away in their minds, my credit cards won't have been used, phone isn't on, they'll think I was killed."
"Bulma Briefs is dead." He reiterated his point that he wanted this be a new them, new lives, not what they had. "Can I just ask you one thing?" he asked her making it two things. She turned her head to look at him seeing him sink down to one knee and producing something from his pocket that everybody knew could only be an engagement ring. As he opened the box she could see a beautiful ring sticking out with a very big diamond in the centre with dark blue sapphires surrounding it. "Will you marry me?" Too caught up in emotion she merely nodded with a hand pressed to her mouth in surprise. He stood up to meet her and finished the proposal. He smirked seeing the ring settle in like it belonged before he felt her hands slide up his chest to his face. Vegeta could see water in the bottom of her eyes making them see larger and her lips were wobbling. She pressed her lips on his, air escaping through her nose to his face before she slid her hands through his arm pits pulling him in for a hug. She felt a deep vibration of a chuckle from him but he allowed her her affection.
Vegeta sat up in bed watching the news from where they'd used to live on the internet. Nothing was there of Bulma, not that he expected there to be yet. If she was going to get into national media it would be in a week or so, local news would be a day or two. No it was a tribute to the officers that had 'died' in the explosion with him. Vegeta chuckled to himself, little did they know they were just greedy men who'd taken money at the first offer of it.
"What's so funny?" Bulma asked as she'd walked out of the en suite switching the light off seeing him lying in the bed with the lights off ready for bed too. He pointed to the computer screen. "Who are they?"
"The guards that were transporting me."
"You killed them?" She said with despair but again he chuckled.
"No. Offered them money and new lives, they took it nearly biting my hands off!" He chuckled as the reporter was inviting somebody from the police department stating they were honourable men. "Honourable? If they only knew ay?" he seemed to be very amused by this but Bulma didn't really like the hypocrisy however, they both were loaded with them.
"They just took money?" Bulma asked as she climbed into bed in the space next to him.
"Pretty much. But when you earn what they earned when you give them the money for a brand new life of everything they've ever wanted, what else are you going to do?"
"What happens when they miss their parents or friends?"
"What happens when you miss your parents or friends?" He returned.
"Then, I remember why I'm here."
"Can only hope they think the same then." Vegeta responded. "Nothing about you, if you were wondering."
"Nothing about Bulma Briefs you mean." She corrected as he switched it off. They shared sly grins as they settled under the sheet. "I'm not sure I've made it clear enough," She said as she knelt next to him. He raised his hand to rest on her thigh but she caught in the air and held it in both of hers. "I'm really thankful for all that you've done. This house, this country and us, all of this to make sure we have a shot of being together. I know I've been a bit of a defeatist, but I'm going to stop and enjoy what we have." She promised him looking at his strong murderous hand in both of hers, her fingers stroking around it.
His fingers tightened around hers and he strongly pulled her down towards him. Her lips covered his as she relaxed her body over his sliding a leg over his hips. Vegeta sat up with their lips together his hands sliding around to her behind set on his lap. She moaned in his mouth as she felt his rough hands squeeze the tender flesh making her hips rock over crutch. Her hands slid over his bare pecks caressing the hardened muscle with her long digits. Her lips broke from his then trailed down his strong jaw line pressing tongued kissed on his heated skin. A shiver ran up her back as she felt his hands slid under her teddy nightdress, with his slightly calloused palms scraping deliciously against her soft skin. He pulled his head back out of her grasps before kissing her again obsessed with that dirty little mouth of hers.
Their tongues wrestled as heated hands felt the perfect other body of their respective partner. She felt tugging and realised he was pulling at her teddy so she removed her lips from his held her arms in the air and he pulled it up with practised ease before tossing it aside to who cared where? She looped her arms around his neck as again their lips clashed in a passionate fumble as his hands had now free rein over her back where they were built to be. He felt a strong tug in his groin as he felt that she'd pressed herself against him with her beautiful breasts mash against his hardened pecks like water spreading over sand.
He gently turned them around so he pressed her down against the mattress always more comfortable as the dominant in bed she'd noticed. Whilst obviously it was a turn on to switch it up, every now and then, she now could see why he needed this control. She encompassed his face keeping his lips squarely against her as he lowered his body over hers letting the length of his body feel hers. He struggled but managed to pull his lips away from hers, chuckling at the fight he'd had to do but her face didn't suggest she was doing it for joke. In the dark he could still see her blue eyes trained on him whilst her chest heaved, no sign of a joke on her face. Cupping a mound in his hand he bent his head and sucked on the excited puckered nipple. Her head bent back and she let out a sigh, he could always use her body like putty. Her fingers slid through the back of his black again hair, scratching her nails on the scalp. He growled at the feeling, he'd always liked that and it made him suck violently on the nipple in turn causing a moan from his partner. He loved her tits, but he loved everything it was attached to her. She was an angel given to Lucifer was how he saw it, but he didn't plan on giving her back. Her skin was pale like an angel, her touch always soft; he was just darkly obsessed with her, and every time he pinned her to the bed, he made sure she felt it.
He trailed his wicked lips down her body, his tongue circling her navel before his fingers clawed into the sides of her shorts pulling them down her long thin legs then tossed them over his shoulders. Parting her legs he slowly and tortuously for his partner kissed open mouthed from her ankle, down her calf, to the underside of her knee, and the inner side of her thigh. She let out an aroused sigh as she wriggled under him. A strangled groan ran out as he pressed the flat of his tongue on the puffed lips of her underwood. He could tell she'd recently shaved and that aroused him more, all this woman did for him, to make even that look good for him. He then parted them both letting his tongue lick up the juice that was seeping out of her before flicking against the excited clit. A moan ripped from her throat as she shivered again. Her hips had a mind of their own humping towards his face wanting more of it, more of his mouth and it got its wish as she felt a digit slide easily into her because she was so wet.
His free hand slid up her petite body finding her bountiful breast mauling it as the sound of her moans were starting to send him wild. Then he felt her hands over his so he looked up from sucking on her clit to see even the throes of her pleasure she was directing to how she wanted him to touch her breasts. He smirked and leant up on all fours away from her body. She looked indignant that he'd stopped all contact but watched as he was pushing off his small and tight boxer shorts. Through it she could see the evident bulge of his desire for her. Her pussy clenched at the sight. He fell on top of her their arms and legs entwining as they passionately kissed as now an engaged couple, what they'd wanted to be for so many years.
Vegeta took hold of his rock hard cock and rubbed the leaking tip over his partner's clit making her moan before he slid himself into her. They both moaned at the feeling. Her thighs hugged at his waist as he became an animal, he was an animal. No longer was it about her pleasure it was about him pounding his hard cock in and out of her. Their hips slapped against each other both moaning at the pleasure they felt. She moaned constantly loving the feelings she got. He was gorgeous and he filled her fully. He humped her like a man possessed when he felt her nails scratch down his back. Her hands grabbed his butt cheeks, before he pulled apart her legs wider to get a better purchase on her. "Vegeta" She moaned as he leant down over her kissing her neck. Her fingers ran through the back of his hair locking her ankles behind his back. She could tell from the moans he was making he was close to cumming and could feel herself close to her orgasm too. Hers ripped through her first and her back arched clinging to him tightly as she again called out his name. He was about to pull out so he didn't cum inside her "No, no" She called out shocking him as she'd nearly always demanded it but it didn't take too long before he had no choice in it and he came deep inside her. He toppled onto top of her, not that she cared it meant she could wrap all available limbs around his sweaty body. She kissed him on the ear as that's all she had reach of before keeping him in that embrace like her most prized teddy bear. He didn't care though, he was still buried deep inside her and could feel her walls pulsing around him. "I love you." Bulma then said to him and he covered her lips with his own. She encompassed his face in her hands as they did so.
So they made it... happy ever after right? Or can a serial killer really ever get a happy ever after? Does he deserve one?
