A/N: Oh my goddddd. My heartfelt sincere apologies – I haven't updated this story in so long. I am sooo ashamed of myself right now, I'm going to stay up all night if i have to in order to give you (hopefully) a really juicy make-up chapter! (and when I say juicy I mean JUICY *hint hint!!!!!!!*)
I actually have no way to explain myself (sorry!) other than the usual, life got in the way, exams, friends, stress, immense drunkenness, bla bla bla. BUT I SWEAR TO YOU I WILL BE GOOD FROM NOW ON! :D
Ok so here we go. The (EVER SO LONG) awaited chapter 8 of...A PERFECT MATCH!!!!
Chapter 8-
A Multitude of Successes.
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With a start, Bulma jerked upright and opened her eyes mid-gasp. She'd had the weirdest dream ever...she was watching an epic battle, and someone had just been killed by some blonde woman who flew really well and had really strong power, and that purple haired kid had come from nowhere and gone nuts...
"Weird..." she whispered to herself, looking to her side and rolling her eyes with a sigh, her dream forgotten about instantly. Of course Vegeta wasn't there – what did she expect, for him to be stood at the foot of her bed in a tux, ready to recite an ode or ballad of his love for her with a box of Hotel Chocolat's finest in one hand and a jumbo-sized bunch of Lillies in the other?? "Get a grip Bulma...do you not know that man...no, Saiyan...at all?" she scolded herself, swinging her legs out of bed and padding sleepily into her en-suite bathroom.
And since when, she thought to herself, frowning in concern, did she pine even slightly for a man when he wasn't there the next morning? Not that she'd been in that position often, but even with Yamcha - who she was actually in a SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP with mind – she'd get easily irritated and annoyed if he hung around too much in the morning when she was trying to get herself ready for a busy working day. She wasn't exactly the kind of woman who needed a man there constantly, she didn't need to wake up to her lover's face to motivate herself to start her sleepy mind and body. Yet, a small part of her was...disappointed to not see Vegeta next to her this morning. She didn't know why – he probably snored, took all the sheets and room in the bed and glorified in his morning farts – but she definitely experienced a pang when she noticed his absence.
"Whatever...you were obviously just freaked by your dream B, nothing more than that," she tried to chirp lightly to herself as she applied a layer of mascara to her long eyelashes, "it's like anything, any kind of bad experience, it always feels better when there is someone next to you to hug it out with." The attempt at convincing herself was only partially working – and this worried her. Immensely.
Pulling a smart grey pencil skirt-suit and yellow fitted blouse out of her wardrobe, Bulma sighed and rolled her nude tights up her legs, mind deep in tumultuous thought. This...development between herself and Vegeta was most unexpected and, as far as her conscious mind was concerned, unwanted. Of all the men, of all the eligible HUMAN bachelors that Bulma Briefs could hook without even making an effort, who would pander to her every whim and love her for it, her freaking subconscious mind had to go and develop an attraction to that Saiyan know-it-all wanker. But the primal, instinctive beast in her couldn't stay away from him. Everything about him drew her in, his gorgeous body, his deep black eyes that she could just fall into, his scent that defined the term masculinity – oh his smell. She would give anything to be able to bottle up that smell and keep it on a shelf, to sniff whenev er she wanted...maybe that would be her next project...
But right now, she didn't have the time to let her mind play on Vegeta any longer. After all, she was Bulma Briefs, and if Bulma Briefs was good at anything, it was compartmentalising. And in around an hour and a half she had one of the biggest presentations of her life to a potential Wall Street investor who would increase the revenue of Capsule Corp by around a third if he deemed the business adequate. Bulma scoffed. Adequate. Since when was she ever "adequate."
"Oh no Bulma baby," she smiled at herself in the mirror as she twisted her hair up into an intricate bun and whipped simple smart black framed glasses onto her nose, "we don't DO adequate...this investor will get so excited he'll probably get hard at the table...let's go."
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He was really going for it. It was good that the Gravity Room was brand new, as the old one would have collapsed for sure under all the stress he was exerting on it during this training session. Sweat beaded together at his forehead, forming minature rivers that flowed down his face, dripping off his nose and dampening his clothes. Expression set, eyes hard, mouth drawn into a tight, impenetrable line, Vegeta blew apart his 56th training bot, releasing all the pent up frustration, confusion and fury at himself that he had somehow managed to hold in all night.
He hadn't slept a wink. Not that he needed as much sleep as that feeble earthing Woman, but it was tiresome to lie in the same position for hours on end, eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling above as she snored. His mouth flicked into a slight smile as he remembered her snoring – he couldn't wait to use that one against her. And almost immediately he felt disgusted with himself. Smiling?! At the memory of the fucking Woman snoring? What the fuck? He should be looking back at last night as a one-off event, something he had to do in order to keep the Woman on-side to keep his training machines in order, not a nostalgic memory that brought him ANY degree of satisfaction!!!
Sighing, Vegeta landed lightly on the floor and rubbed his hand across his face, eyes clamped shut in exasperation with these strange, weak thoughts he seemed to be having. He didn't understand it. And he didn't like it, not one bit. He KNEW it had been a bad thing to claim the Woman's lips in the gravity room that day...but he couldn't help himself. Kame knows he had tried...hard...but in the end his instinct won out and her heady scent overpowered his well-reasoned logic.
And now, despite the fact that he had thankfully regained control over his senses, he wanted more from her. He wanted to feel her, to claim her thoroughly as his so she would never belong to anyone else. He didn't trust himself to be around her, or he may succumb once more to his weaker instincts, and that would not be a good thing for him at all. Vegeta growled angrily and slammed the shower door shut behind him, turning the temparature up to full, sighing as the scalding hot water washed the sweat from his rippled body.
"I must not...ever...get into a ridiculous situation like that again," growled Vegeta to himself, tipping his head back under the flow of water, "ever. If I am to become the legendary and finally defeat Kakkarot, I cannot have any semblance of a distraction. Because that's all the Woman is. A distraction. Maybe I need to find new ways to train...I may be getting bored..." he pondered, wrapping a towel around himself and sauntering into the changing room. He acknowledged that it would be difficult to stay away from her, he was no fool, even though it pained him to admit it. She was like a drug to him, and when she wasn't near it just made him lust after her more. Vegeta shook his head to try and clear his mind of these thoughts, they weren't helping his resolve. The Prince of all Saiyans CANNOT mate with a weakling human...
'Although...there are no Saiyan females left. And for a puny earthling the Woman is a fiery one...full of spark and character and wit...and she has strength of mind if not body. She would make a formidable mental opponent for any Saiyan female...she could even pass for part Saiyan if she were being assessed just on mental capacity and character attributes,' his mind chipped in most convincingly...and in an unwelcome manner. Slamming his fist into the wall, Vegeta clamped his eyes shut. "QUIET YOU INSUFFERABLE THING! QUIET!" he bellowed, whirling round and leaving the Room. He needed food, and fast.
Seeing as he had to avoid the Woman, however, he would just grab something from the fridge, take it to his room and then run back to the Gravity Room and stay there all night. Yes. That would be the best course of action. He glanced at the time-measuring device called a watch that the Old Man Briefs had given him. 6pm. Yes, the Woman would still be working at this hour, he thought with a smirk, perfect. Opening the door however, he was shocked into stillness as he perused the scene in front of him.
Oh shit.
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"OH MY GOD SALLY! DID YOU SEE HIS FACE!" exclaimed Bulma emphatically, jumping up and down in her office as she and Sally shrieked and whooped. Her hair fell wildly around her face, her smooth bun a thing of the past, her shoes discarded carelessly in a corner. Sally had unbuttoned the top 2 fastenings of her blouse and was pouring two glasses of champagne with a radiant expression.
"I did Bulma! I did! Oh my gosh...I can't believe we finally secured the Goldman-Sachs deal!!!! You were a GENIUS in that presentation! Oh my God! And when he asked us those questions about the new capsules and the marketability of both our products and our brand...your response was inspired...oh wow," she breathed heavily, throwing herself into a chair and shaking her head in a sort of shocked bewilderment. "We did it, YOU did it...the biggest deal of our lives..." Bulma grinned and gave a goofy thumbs-up, revelling in the rejoicing.
"No. Not me. WE, Sally, we. If it weren't for your technical analysis of the product and your knowledge of the in-depth workings of the company and staff and things like that...we wouldn't have gotten anywhere. To be honest, I think we're just an amazing team..." she smiled and pulled her tights off, sighing as her legs stopped itching. Sally nodded.
"Oh most definitely...almost as good as you and Vegeta, I would say..." smirked Sally, noting how Bulma froze with her glass halfway raised to her lips, a soft blush creeping across her cheeks and neck.
"What the...Sal...seriously...V...Vegeta and I? Vegeta and ANYONE??" she asked incredulously, her breathing rapid and palms sweaty – was she really that easy to read. "That's...that's absolutely, completely..." she sighed, giving in to Sally's knowing look, the one that screamed 'who-do-you-even-think-you're-trying-to-kid-Bulma-Briefs?' Nodding she grimaced. "That's...completely spot-on I think, damn you as always for being far too perceptive for your own good..."
"I knew it from ages ago B! I just didn't want to say anything, but then this morning I saw Vegeta pass by the office from the direction of your rooms...which, I might add is in the complete opposite direction to where he usually stays...so I put two and two together and got four, predictably." She smirked and giggled, the champagne sending small red flushes to her cheekbones. "So! Did you two...you know..." she waggled her eyebrows suggestively and Bulma choked on her champagne, sending a spurt flying out of her mouth. She stared at Sally disbelievingly.
"I...I don't know WHAT you're trying to get at Sal...but if you're trying to insinuate...no, no we did not. We just talked and...and he fell asleep there you see. We slept in the same bed...but nothing more than that. It was completely innocent!" she protested at Sally's raised eyebrows.
"Yeah right...innocent. Maybe it wasn't more than that last night...but it's definitely getting there, I can feel it." Smiling, she stood up and walked towards the door. "You know...maybe you should make a nice dinner for yourself and Vegeta tonight...I know you'd love to celebrate the success of your deal with him..." she tilted her head to the side and surveyed Bulma with a small smirk on her face. "Goodnight B!!"
Bulma smiled slightly at Sally's suggestion and nodded, biting her bottom lip slightly. "Yeah...night Sal, see you next week..." She sat for a while in silence, just thinking, before draining the last of her champagne. Dutch courage. Looking at the clock she smiled, 4.30. Perfect. That was more than enough time to get something whipped up. Standing up, she straightened her skirt and made her way into the kitchen. Vegeta would not forget this evening. She would make sure of it.
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"Good evening Vegeta," said Bulma huskily, smiling coyly at him as she sat down at the ornately decorated kitchen table, her features softly illuminated in the dim glow of the candle on the table. Her creamy hand rested on a pink tablecloth, with the napkins and curtains matching. She stood up, and the red silk gown she wore, split up to the top of her thigh with a low-cut front and strappy back, fell around her curves perfectly. She had re-done the bun in her hair, a few curled tendrils framing her made-up heart-shaped face prettily. She crossed to Vegeta, who was still staring at the scene, a battle raging inside of him as he knew it would do between his instinct to throw her on the table and claim her right there and his "logic" to leave without looking back. As she placed her gentle hands on his upper arms and leaned up, placing a chaste kiss on his lips, he felt his resolve waver and quickly fought to control himself in panic.
When her shining, deep cerulean eyes met his, he knew the battle had been lost.
His instincts had won once more.
If only for tonight, at least.
He wrapped his arms around her waist as kissed her hungrily, nipping her bottom lip and taking advantage of her gasp to gain access, his tongue plundering her mouth vehemently. She fought back against him with equal enthusiasm, pressing her lithe body into his as she twisted her hands in his hair. When they finally broke the kiss, Vegeta smirked down at Bulma, his hands resting on the curve of her lower back.
"I knew you would be delighted to see me Woman," he stated simply and Bulma laughed, rubbing his earlobe in her fingers tenderly. The look she was giving him, a look of pure, unrestrained admiration and devotion repulsed him somewhere deep inside and it made him want to push her away from him, as much for her own sake as his own. He didn't know how long he could hold out...torture under Freiza was nothing compared to this. He frowned and stepped back away from her, clearing his throat. "So, what have you made me to eat Woman? I'm extremely hungry, you should know by now." He said harshly, but Bulma just grinned at him, seeing through the tough front.
"Your favourite I believe, a pile of the finest steaks in the country along with a variety of potatoes, fried rice dishes and vegetables. You help yourself, there is plenty for you my Prince." She purred as he sat down, running her hand over his wide back and around his chest. She pressed a small kiss to the base of his neck and took her seat opposite him, watching happily as he devoured his meal.
'You actually enjoy cooking for him and doing the whole domestic-goddess act...oh god Bulma, please don't turn into such a pussy permanently...' she heard her mind plead with her, but she laughed it off. Watching him sit with her, of his own volition mind, had her on a high. She was very tempted to just take him upstairs and let him ravish her...but she wasn't sure if that's what he wanted. Is that what Saiyans did? Or was there some weird kind of ritual or tradition regarding the initiation of...that...there had to be, Saiyans had procedures and rankings for pretty much everything else. She bit her bottom lip as she thought. How did the animal kingdom play it...well the female gave off signs that she was in heat and willing to mate...and then the male grasped her attention. So she needed to give off the signs that she was up for it, so to speak, and see what he did.
"So...Vegeta...had a good workout?" she asked huskily, peering at him from under her lashes, resting her fingertips just above her cleavage, sure to draw his eye downwards. "Bet you got all...hot...and sweaty in that Gravity Room all day..." she continued, trying not to over-emphasise the slight moan that she entwined into her words. She watched as he looked at her curiously, his eyes dark and swimming with lust as his eyes were, predictably, drawn downwards to her ample chest.
"More than you...than you can believe Woman..." he managed to choke out, dismayed by his own lack of control of the situation. What was going on! Where was his usual Saiyan sense of superiority?! Why was he letting her rule this situation?! He growled to himself and fought in his mind to draw his eyes away from her, eventually managing to tear his gaze back to his plate where he vented his frustration by stabbing his steak with his fork. He was starting to feel aroused...by this...human...weakling. God it was so excrutiating to know how badly he wanted her...but that he just could NOT do this to himself. It would go against all laws of nature he felt...he couldn't let anything put him off his quest to become the legendary!!
"Oh poor baby..." she simpered quietly, standing up and crossing over to him. He stiffened instantly when she bent down, lips hovering by his ear, "how about a massage to...loosen up all those, tight, stiff muscles?" she asked in little more than a whisper. Vegeta closed his eyes, loving the feel of her hot breath against his ear, her chest just brushing his shoulder. This was it, make or break. He could either turn her down and leave now...or he could go with it and take control of the situation. When she straddled his thighs however, her delicate fingers kneading the skin of his shoulders his restaint snapped. His eyes flew open and his hands automatically found her waist, wrapping his arms around her and crushing her to his chest. He smirked up at her, his grip on his "sane" mind nearly completely gone now, his Saiyan lust taking over as he drank in the smell of her, stronger tonight than ever before.
"I can think of one muscle you'd really love to massage Woman, can't you?" he growled in her ear, feeling her pressing against his groin. He groaned softly as he felt himself begin to stiffen in response to her close proximity, and Bulma gasped as she felt the increased heat.
"Well...I know...it sure wouldn't...be your ego..." she managed to stutter out as he increased the pressure of his hands on her waist, pushing her against his groin harder as a result. He grunted in response, his eyes closed and Bulma moaned deep in her chest, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her body on his, feeling her breasts pushed up against his rock-hard torso.
Vegeta nearly lost all control just at that sensation. He could feel that she was hot and wet for him already, and his primal Saiyan instincts could sense that she was in heat. This, along with everything else, was enough to push him over the edge and he roughly pulled the neckline of her dress down to reveal her bare breasts, taking one in his mouth and squeezing the other one hard. Bulma moaned loudly, pushing her chest into his mouth even harder, urging him on. As he licked and sucked at her nipple, Bulma pulled back as much as she could given his iron grip on her.
"Not...Not here...up...room...upstairs..." she managed to stutter out inbetween gasps, moans and groans. Vegeta nodded once and resumed his onslaught on her breasts as he stood up and flew up their staircase to Bulma's room. He kicked the door open and then slammed it shut, throwing her down onto the bed roughly. She pulled her dress straps down over her shoulders and wriggled out of the dress, leaving her only in black lacy french knickers. Vegeta let his eyes drift over her body, taking in every delicious curve as he stripped himself of his own training clothes, only his boxers remaining. As he settled over her once more, Bulma leant her head down, desperate to taste his gorgeous tan rock-hard chest, her fingertips tracing the outlines of his rippled torso. Moaning, Vegeta turned them round so that she was above him and he latched his mouth onto her neck at the same time as he tore off her underwear and inserted two fingers into her heated, slippery channel, drawing a tortured gasp from Bulma's throat.
"Oh God VEGETA," she screamed as she pushed down onto his hand, rocking as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, "more! More! MORE! HARDER! FASTER, oh god HARDER VEGETA!" she screamed incoherently, any sense lost in the world of bliss she was consumed in. As he watched and listened to her, Vegeta gripped her waist even tighter, loving the feel of her silken walls around his pumping fingers. He felt her walls begin to tremble and suddenly felt apprehensive – was she about to break or something? What if he broke her! Oh shit, now he knew why they couldn't do this...fuck! He pulled his fingers out of her only to draw an angry roar from Bulma as she grabbed his hand and forced them back inside her, holding his wrist in place as she gyrated her way to climax, her walls clamping around his fingers as she came, screaming a host of obscenities. Vegeta was astounded. So human females had the same responses as Saiyan ones...that was most interesting.
His meanderings, however, were interupted when Bulma wrapped her soft hand around his thick member through his boxers, leading to an involuntary jerking of his hips upwards. He tore his boxers off as Bulma continued her ministrations, and when she gave him a devilish grin and began to work her mouth down his body he knew what was to come. He grabbed her shoulders and threw her underneath him roughly, ignoring her squeal of protest. He couldn't see anything but a veil of red lust that clouded his eyes, and he grunted loudly as he impaled her on his member, nearly coming as he felt her walls clamp around the foreign intruder.
"There, do you like that Woman," he growled animalistically, pumping his hips back and forth at inhuman speed, rocking the bed and making Bulma scream inarticulately with every movement they made, "do you like me fucking you hard, stretching your walls so they can hardly take any more, filling you up completely, hitting that spot of yours to drive you so crazy you don't know whether you want to come or die?" he growled angrily, his purely Saiyan instincts driving him to take her over the edge repeatedly.
Bulma panted, having already orgasmed a further two times, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, drawing blood that he didn't notice for the passion that engulfed him. "Oh god...Vegeta, harder...please...I need you deeper in me..." she moaned in between gasps, tossing her head from side to side. Vegeta roared at her words and unleashed everything he had, fucking her so hard her head banged against the headboard. As she felt her release approaching again, Vegeta felt his cock twinge inside of her as her walls clamped around him and a moment later he was releasing thick spurts of his seed deep into her womb, biting her neck hard, contributing even louder screams to the ones she was already making.
They lay intertwined for a while, recovering from their exertions, Vegeta still laying deep inside her. Bulma released her ankles that were twined around his waist and inhaled deeply, trying to still her racing pulse. Vegeta nuzzled her neck before pulling out of her and rolling off, laying on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling once more. He felt his rational mind returning, however he was too exhausted by the emotional and physical upheaval to consider it at that moment. As he closed his eyes, Bulma watched him with a curious mix of emotion across her face.
What they had shared...had created a bond that she knew was beyond love. She could feel it, and knew that for her, it would remain for the rest of her life. She was worried, though, about Vegeta's reaction in the morning, how did Saiyan males react to this? Did he, COULD he feel the same as she did? She sincerely hoped so.
At the same time, though, she wished him to remain detached from her in a way...as she knew what she had to tell him, what she had to do, that lay heavy on her heart.
How could she tell him...that she had to leave him?
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A/N: DUH DUH DUH!!! OH WOW! Haha sorry it was so long a chapter, I had verbal diahorrea and thought I wanted to write an epic one to make up for the barren months. So! Please review!! Let me know what you think of the latest instalment!!
