Hello, everyone! It has been a loooooong time. I know. I finally have a career and some spare time to get back into writing fanfiction! Ugh, I am not working two or five jobs ever again... I missed writing my crazy ideas so much, and the reviews from each and every one of you! I am hoping and aiming that one day, one of my stories will be as popular as Twilight, Fifty Shades of Grey, Divergent,The Hunger Games or an anime/manga series! =P I gotta pay my bills and my rent somehow more fun and lucrative. Lol
Aside from the sad adulting reality of paying bills, rent and taxes, this story will continue from this point until we have reached the end! So I transferred the content from the other story titled: Love and Money: ACT II, here in this chapter, and it goes forward from there. I tried to make a new light version than the original Spanish version, which is both light and dark, but I decided recently to make it similar to that version because I couldn't come up with fresh material. Hence, the large hiatus. I am planning to add new details and whatnot as we reach the Spanish sequel of the story. So the story is both light and dark now (spoiler alert: there is more to Vegeta than meets the reader's eye and other things). Some of Dragon Ball Super material is going to be added but not heavily.
Disclaimer: I don't own the 7 Dragon balls so I can wish to be Akira Toriyama.
ACT II: Chapter 8
Vegeta was the epitome of an unapproachable creature for the past several days since he last met with his current (spoiler keyword alert: love) interest. It was very difficult to talk to him. One word directed to him, and he was ready to bite anyone head off. One look given at him, and he would give you The Glare that was the equivalent of impending doom if not retire in time from his sharp peripheral sight. One breath coming out from anybody's mouth, and he would make sure it would not to never breathe oxygen ever again.
But alas, only one living creature in Planet Earth was brave and also a fool who had not only defied Vegeta and his flaming-scary attitude. That same creature had the nerve to ask the following critical question in the moment:
"So, will you finally tell me what happened with you and Bulma the other day? You have been very sensitive about that subject."
Ding, ding, ding! That living creature was Goku. The two of them were sitting next to each other on the couch in the living room of the apartment while they watched a random reality television program on the cheap looking non-HD analog 30 inch television.
"If you finally tell me, I'll give you your favorite cookies with ice cream and you'll gain instant brownie points!" Goku offered to his bored looking roommate. He wanted to cheer Vegeta up at least.
Vegeta made a short grumbling sound: "Idiot…I don't like sweets..." he said with his glance fixated at the television. He tried to concentrate his mind on the television program but Goku didn't let him with his stupid yet valid question. Honestly for him, it was hard to ignore his idiotic roommate.
"If you don't let it out, it will do no good for you! At least that's what your therapist said."
"What therapist?"
"Why this person right here is your friendly neighborhood therapist!"
Vegeta had to roll his eyes in the same bored fashion because of the lame and corny statement. "Ugh… You suck, Kakarrot."
"I'm not gonna give up until you tell me what happened," Goku insisted seriously. He first saw Vegeta coming back to the apartment all dark, emo and gloomy from his unofficial date with Bulma. He cared for Vegeta like a younger sibling would do for his older sibling.
Vegeta directed The Glare O' Doom to Goku. This was the last straw! "How about never? Do me the favor to drop dead and rot while you are at it," he said with a cold voice to match The Glare O' Doom to the max boot.
However, Goku was unfazed from receiving too many glares from Vegeta. He shrugged his shoulders. It simply had no effect on him. "Well…you've left me with no other choice," he trailed off as he took Vegeta's C-Phone that was lying on the coffee table and started to dial a phone number from memory. After he finished dialing, he set the phone's speaker on as he waited to someone pick up the other line.
Vegeta watched Goku carefully. "What are you doing?" he had to ask. What the hell Goku was doing with his own smart phone?
Soon after, there was a response on the other line: "Hello?"
"Hi Bulma!" Goku said on the phone.
Vegeta gasped... Almost. Still, he maintained his cool, calm and collected exterior. He also remained in his spot making sure he hadn't made any involuntary body movement. It would be out from his character.
"Goookuuuu, my favorite sweet darling poo!" Bulma cooed sweetly on the other line.
…
…Wait. Did Vegeta heard right: Goku was Bulma's sweet darling poo? He found himself possessed by that common feeling. He frowned to himself as he crossed his arms to his chest. He should be Bulma's only and favorite sweet darling poo!
"Youuuu are my favorite person in the whole wide Planet Earth!" Goku cooed back to Bulma.
Vegeta's eye twitched. The coochey-coo voices that were being exchanged in his very own presence has to be stopped at once. Why? Because he said so, that's why!
"Aww! That's why I love youuuu, my sweet cuddly bear muffin!"
"And I love you even more with cherries, marshmallows, sprinkles and ponies on top!"
He was being ignored and so are his warnings. That's it. The inner raging demon within Vegeta was about to unleash its hell in 3, 2, 1-
Bulma giggled for Goku's very own unique and charm way with words. She missed this from him so much. It was the same like they used to do. "Hey, what's up?" she said this time normally.
"Are you busy?" Goku asked calmly.
"Well, I'm working overnight in my office, thanks for asking. I just came back from a conference in Plant City. I'm looking up some things for tomorrow since I'm kinda behind on my paperwork and there are some upcoming projects that need of my approval and my father," Bulma explained on the other line.
"You know, you shouldn't be working that late at this time of the night. Something can happen to you, and it is not good to your health," Goku said being genuinely concerned for Bulma. The current time in the Western Time Zone was 20 minutes before midnight.
"Yeah…Oh well, I must do what I have to do as the CEO of Capsule Corp. Besides, I'm still single. It is not like I have someone waiting for me at my apartment," Bulma said with a shrug on her shoulders. She was already used to working very late at night alone in her office with her C-Pod in shuffle mode on her ears. Oh and let's not forget her personal and trusty coffee machine with cream and brown sugar.
Vegeta nodded. Good. Bulma hadn't been looking for anyone else after they last saw each other.
"What about Vegeta?" Goku brought that subject directly.
This is it; Vegeta's mind raced a ton.
There was a brief pause coming from Bulma.
"Oh him? …Sorry, my sweet darling, but I have to go. I really have to finish my job here. Bye now!" Bulma said, and she hung up quickly afterwards.
Goku was stupefied as he turned to look the C-Phone with the continuous dial tone sound. He set the phone on the side, and did his trademark confused look. He put his hand behind his head.
"Well that's odd…If Bulma doesn't want to talk about it, and she rather keep herself busy with anything, then that means that she might have dumped Vegeta or something. That is so like her," He said out loud and was able to conclude the shrouding mystery behind the unofficial date. In an instant, Goku did a double look on Vegeta.
Vegeta found himself caught and alerted. That idiot! How did he guess correctly!? He thought.
At that moment, Goku read Vegeta's open expression like an open book: "She did! She did reject you!" He exclaimed in surprise.
"Quiet!" Vegeta growled in defense.
"Interesting. First time you get rejected by a woman, huh?" Goku gave out a nervous laugh. Vegeta's Dating Record was severely damaged with that rejection. Never in his entire saiyan life…
"Will you be quiet!? Be quiet, will you!" Vegeta was annoyed. So what he got dumped by Bulma because his advances didn't work on her like it usually did with other women? There was a first time for everything in this miserable and poor lifetime! Then again, his pride didn't allow this personal humiliation to pass down like that.
"Yup, she did. How sad…So, what are you going to do now?"
"I…I'm gonna try dating someone else. Maybe on the Internet there's a dateable and desperate rich woman," with that being said, Vegeta got up from the sofa, going straight to his room in search of his laptop computer.
"Don't you dare do that, mister!" Goku went immediately behind the saiyajin older man but he was too late: Vegeta was already inside his room locked the door to his saiyajin younger roommate.
...Goku had to give up for the night since he was not going to knock the door down and break it. If it was Vegeta's decision, then it was left to be and not interfere...FOR NOW.
Inside his room, Vegeta found his laptop and placed it on his desk and sat down on the chair. He was determined more than ever. His ambitious quest to improve his economical situation had to go on no matter the circumstances. Besides, in his very own personal opinion, Bulma was a stupid human woman that wasted his time that night, anyway. There are more women in Planet Earth, Vegeta thought in satisfaction with his mindset ready to move on, and he turned on his laptop with the press of one button.
Meanwhile in Capsule Corp.:
Inside the CEO office, Bulma was over thinking on her chair as she listened her C-Pod in full volume. Her mind was on the conversation she had with her mind was on Vegeta. Maybe she shouldn't have rejected him on the past unofficial date…She never gave him the chance because of her pride. Vegeta screamed to be a conqueror heartbreaking womanizer as her ex-boyfriend but he actually proved to be nice, personal and attentive to her.
They met up at the exotic new restaurant and they had a nice lunch. Vegeta did most of the talking to get to know Bulma. Heck, he even paid for the entire meal, drinks and dessert, and he even tipped 50% to their server! During all this, Bulma used her C-Phone, giving her work a priority to evade the personal conversations. She also gave him either polite answers or never listened to him at all. She was being all cynical upon she noticed his advances until she left, excusing herself that she had to prepare and fly the next day to Plant City early in the morning.
In reality, she wasn't prepared to move on and to never expect a new man in her life. She was faithfully waiting for Yamcha, her first love, first boyfriend and fiancé. How come he never contacted her after all of these years? What had happened to him? Bulma sighed to herself…She shook her head. She already swore to herself that her idiotic boyfriend belonged in the past. She took off the headphones of her C-Pod to then pick up her C-Phone that was on top of her desk. She gathered some courage to dial Vegeta's phone number…
Upon the moment of truth, Bulma's fingers froze when she found Vegeta in her huge contact list on her C-Phone. She set the smart phone down on her desk. No. Vegeta was sleeping because he had to go to work in the next day, Bulma rationalized with that thought as of being considerate towards his schedule. She was going to apologize to him and perhaps give him a second chance when she was ready. Her demanding role as the CEO of Capsule Corp. mattered the most at the moment.
Meanwhile, Vegeta was still in his room wide awake. His quest for a rich woman had ended that he had put the laptop in sleep mode not too long ago. He was walking back and forth in his room with his arms crossed with his eyebrow furrowed. Most of the rich women he found on a random online rich dating website were either old, fugly or young looking for a sugar daddy or two. He decided not to waste anymore on his time with these unwanted human creatures. Bulma was the only rich woman for him: he was stubborn to realize that fact soon enough. He just didn't want to let her go without a fight... Dammit, he had to man up and show her that he actually wants her!
Vegeta stopped his tracks to wonder to himself as his features softened...Where did she lived?
Suddenly, he noticed that a note was passed under the door. He went to pick up the note and read it. His eyes widen at the written information. He had his chance to act!
"You and Bulma can thank me later, 'Geta! Goodnight!" Goku exclaimed in victory from the other side of the door.
An hour later went by, Bulma had call it a day in her work. She was making her way up in the elevator to her apartment within Park Place complex. Her C-Phone rang inside her purse. She grabbed the smart phone, and she proceeded to answer without looking the caller ID. Only one person would call her at this late hour:
"Hello?"
"Hi, sweetie! I was calling to check on you since your father told me that you were going to be working late at the office," Panchy was on the other line.
"Yup, true story. I'm already home though...Forever alone," Bulma finished her sentence with a tired sigh.
"You sound like you could use a man."
"Mother, there is no man for a beautiful and talented genius like me. I'm too good for any of them."
"Or he might be waiting for you somewhere. You just need to let your guard and pride down. It is time to let Yamcha go cuz he has been MIA for a long time now."
Bulma was thoughtful for minute before speaking anew. She needed to tell her mother about the following: "Now that I remember...Well, there's this guy named Prince Vegeta," she started.
"Ooooh! Fill me in with the whole details! I have my popcorn ready here!"
"We went out to a nice place to eat the other day."
"Did he paid for everything?
"Yes."
"Did he even tipped the server?"
"Yeah, a generous amount, I might say."
"Honey, looks like the Cupid Matchmaker has a winner here! Vegeta is definitely a keeper. I fully bet my wager that he is handsome to boot!"
"He is, I can't deny that. But..."
"But!?"
"I...He...I didn't paid any attention to him. I was absorbed of the upcoming Dr. Raichi's Annual Conference in Plant City since I had to go without Dad this year. I also used the opportunity to visit my relatives there, including Tights," Bulma explained how the 'Unofficial Date' with Vegeta ended in horror.
Besides her older sister, Tights, she and Bulma were half humans and half Tuffles. Dr. Briefs was a Tuffle while Bunny was a human. Dr. Briefs' family stayed on Plant City while he was on a business trip in West City and met and married his wife, Panchy. He stayed in West City ever since, and eventually went from Tights and Bulma's birth to the founding Capsule Corp.
"Oh yeah, Tights said that she was also at Plant City a few days ago to publish her new science fiction novel. I honestly can't stand your dad's relatives. They are too nerdy, snobby, old fashioned and proud. Your Aunt Range is a meanie head who doesn't stop calling me a bimbo airhead!" Mrs. Briefs said honestly with a pout. "Is not my fault that I'm prettier, nicer and better cook than her!"
"Aunt Range said hi to you too, and she sends all of her hate. Anyways, I cannot wait for my dear sister to write another best-seller romance novel. I mean, she is so good at what she is doing! I'm a junkie of all of her works! The last novel she wrote was about a young, rich and famous woman that couldn't find the perfect guy after her stupid boyfriend left her for other women, and she realized that she was too good for him or anybody else! I can so relate to that character!" Bulma said excited. Tights had informed via social media to her fans that one of her future works involves a continuation of that same romance novel after facing a writer's block for two years.
"Oh my," Panchy gulped mentally. So Bulma was clueless the entire time? "If only you knew that Tights was really writing about your love life since she is not good at writing the romance genre."
Bulma was dozing off and she let out a sleepy yawn. "Say what now?" she said since she wasn't listening the words said by her mother.
"I said nothing important! Tights gets her muse from somewhere or Jaco gives her the ideas!"
"I thought so," Bulma mumbled tiredly, being to comprehend the words this time. She knew that Jaco was Tights's Agent/Manager when he was not working at his actual job.
"Soooo, back to Vegeta, my new son-in-law! Please!" Panchy chirped, changing the subject. She was thankful that her daughter didn't listened what she had said impulsively without thinking.
"Mom!" Bulma exclaimed angrily as her sleep got dissipated in an instant and she became alert again. "Too soon and not happening!"
Mrs. Briefs ignored her daughter's anger and carried on with the conversation. "As I was gonna say, Vegeta sounds familiar. I don't remember from where but he is absolutely familiar. Anyhow, you should give him a chance, Bulma! You two would make a hot couple with cute babies!"
Bulma shrugged her shoulders. "Meh. He's poor, and he probably didn't finish high school. He works in a fast food joint making next to nothing in zeni a year, for goodness sake!" she shook her head to then add quickly: "Not my type."
"Don't judge him! It's the attraction that counts! And he can finish schooling online if you motivate him to do better! Yamcha is a high school drop out! At least Vegeta does public service as part of a decent living!"
"I'll think about it, mom," Bulma said a little indifferent. She was not going set her standards down for a middle class attractive citizen who contributes to society by feeding them junk food on a regular daily basis!
However, Yamcha was a different story. They were together since their teenage years until he made it as a professional baseball player and signed for the Titans team to a whooping contract. He had appeared on commercials, Sports Views magazine articles and he was promoting his new line of perfume: Wolf Fist and The Puar. When Bulma started her Master degree studies, the two had agreed to enter in a long distance relationship while Yamcha could concentrate on his early career years. He had secretly proposed to his girlfriend before both departed to fulfill their own careers. During the first year, it was all fine and dandy until the second year, their faithful communication turned into a breakdown. Both of them did not have time to communicate due to their busy schedules and rumor was that Yamcha was seeing other women according to the paparazzi on television and on social media. That was when Bulma made the decision to have a break from the relationship and suspended the pending wedding until further notice. Back then, she was facing the stress of her life and writing a thesis project about the right components of creating a Time Traveling Machine, citing her work to the Father of Future Tech, Belthasar, and the young and brilliant scientist, Dr. Lucca Ashtear. Yamcha had agreed to the decision to give his fiance the opportunity to finish her long studies and to become head of her father's corporation. During that time being, they would act as single individuals with no strings attached. Time had passed into four years, and the couple never addressed a specific time period to meet again and resume with the wedding plans.
"Well, don't think about it too hard. Well, I gotta go now, dear. I gotta start on my beauty sleep routine. I have to meet up tomorrow with my girlfriends for coffee to discuss about men, home, marriages, money, sex, rumors and etc. You know, the usual rich wives talk. After that, we have to go shopping, to the beauty salon, and visit that new pastry shop in the Mall. Oh dear, I have quite the heavy schedule while your father is working! I might need to go to the spa at the end of the day for much needed therapy!"
Bulma laughed because Panchy was funny as she exaggerated in drama her to-do schedule for the next day. "All right. Love you, mom," she said, hanging up the C-Phone and put it back in her purse.
Capsule Mansion:
Mrs. Briefs applied her beauty product on the bathroom. When she was finished, she decided to make a phone call. Her husband was still working some more at his lab so she had more time to talk privately.
When there was an answer after the dialing sound: "Oh hello, Tights, dear! Listen up, I have new material for your next best-selling romance novel. Bulma found a new man so you better write all this down!" Panchy informed her eldest daughter on the other line.
Park Place Apartments:
Bulma was finally reaching the door to her apartment. She had spent a good time inside the elevator talking to her own mother on the phone. She was so distracted with the consuming tiredness that she came in contact with a hard wall...or better yet a strong masculine body.
"Hey there, princess. Are you all right?" Vegeta said close to her ear. "You almost fainted so I had to catch you."
"Yeah, I'm okay thanks to you, Vegeta. I am so beat..." Bulma said tiredly...She leaned in to the strong masculine fragrance and the body warmth as one strong arm circled her waist. When it dawned on her, Bulma looked up to Vegeta in surprise. "VEGETA!? What are you doing here?" She fretted.
Vegeta looked down to her after he looked around his surroundings. "Easy now. You don't want to wake the whole building at this late hour," he said calmly.
"You are right...Um, what are you doing here?" She said as she was starting to get comfortable being held by him.
"I came to see you," he replied simply and firm.
Bulma looked down to her side to hide her growing blush. That was personal words she hadn't heard in a long time. "I didn't expect you at all. How did you find my address? Please tell me you are not another stalker of mine."
"It's courtesy from Kakarrot. He sent me here because he was worried that something had happened to you since you are working too hard lately," Vegeta said half of the truth, and he brought Bulma's body close to his with the same right arm that he held her.
Bulma was blushing madly. What Goku did for her was totally uncalled for! Yet she wasn't complaining of Vegeta's display of affection towards her. She made a gesture to Vegeta to release her from his grip. He understood the message. Bulma separated a fair amount of distance took at Vegeta straight in the eye.
"Right. Thanks for checking on me. Would you like to come inside to talk?" She offered to him.
"For a minute there, I thought that you were going to kick me out."
"It's the least I can do for you. I don't want to look as an ungrateful person to not treat my guest."
"As you wish."
Bulma took out the keys to the apartment and she opened the door as Vegeta followed behind her. The door was shut from peeping neighbors.
As soon as the lights were turned on in the living room, Vegeta's eyes wandered around the are. He was amazed at the furniture, the size of the HD television and the decorations. Bulma had really good taste as him.
Speaking of her, she had to disappear for a moment to the kitchen to fetch her guest something to drink like iced cold water on a glass. When she came back to the living room, she was barefoot. Her high heels was killing her feet, and Vegeta didn't blame her for it.
"Nice place. It reminds me of your apparent beauty," Vegeta said out loud.
Bulma tried not too blush too much tonight. "Are you complimenting me or my apartment?"
"Both. However, the compliment goes all to you," Vegeta said with a small smile.
Bulma tried once again not to get swooned: Vegeta had a nice smile. If only he shows fully his entire smile, she would be done for. She handed Vegeta his cold drink, and she cleared her throat to maintain her composure when their hands made contact to one another. To her, it sent her an electrical jolt around her nervous system.
Vegeta studied her features carefully being interested in her reactions as he took a sip of his water. He had touched her hands on purpose. Oh, and she had soft hands, by the way. He liked that about her and that was a given bonus. He reached out his spare left hand to grab a few stands of the aqua long hair. He played with it as he felt the soft texture. Another bonus for him.
Bulma sent a shiver down her spine as the hot obsidian gaze was watching her with intent from head to toe. What was wrong with her!? Her entire body was betraying her except the righteous brain! It was like she was coming across the horrible symptoms of the lust epidemic known as the Jungle Fever! She just couldn't show Vegeta that she was actually responding to her attraction to him! She was having a hard time containing herself. She had a boyfriend/future husband waiting for her! Vegeta screamed that he was a Certified Lady Killer! He probably wanted to have sexy time with her and nothing else! She was going to save herself for marriage to Yamcha! Her mind screamed a ton like a banshee!
Vegeta finally made up his to stop torturing Bulma. He almost had her, she just need a little more time to warm up to him. He went to sit down on the sofa. "Well, it looks like we are not going anywhere in talking. How about we watch a movie on TV? You get to choose which ever," he said as he patted the spot on the sofa next to him.
NO! You must go you, you stupid and sexy bastard! Bulma thought with her mind but her mouth did another talking: "Okay. No horror or action movie tonight so it's gonna be a comedy," she said, wanting to slap herself.
"As long as it is not a drama movie, okay? They are all stupid, boring and predictable."
Bulma nodded at Vegeta in agreement as she went to set the TV to play the movie with the remote.
Some time went by as the movie played on the HD C-TV...Bulma was enjoying the movie while she sat a few inches away from the handsome male saiyajin. Vegeta was just quiet during the movie but he managed to chuckle in some parts of the movie. He kept his arm from reaching the beautiful human woman that sat next to him, not wanting to be rejected...
The movie had ended as its credits rolled for the production of the film. Vegeta woke up. He found himself slightly leaning towards the side of the sofa. Then, he found Bulma's head resting on his chest with one of her hands placed on his fabulous abs, and his restrained arm around her from the back. He accommodated himself straight so Bulma could sleep properly on him.
Unfortunately, the body movements caused Bulma to wake up. She was surprised on the position she found herself in. How the heck this happened!? Right, she was so tired and Vegeta was tired as well, she thought. She got off from Vegeta as she felt his hard abs for the last time. She stood up from the sofa to stretch her arms.
Vegeta stood up from the sofa to stretch his body as well.
Bulma, for the first time, took a good at Vegeta. She was amazed with his muscled and athletic body. He had the Adonis body package going on underneath his clothes, she thought with the other part of her mind, which it was awfully dirty. That part of her mind wandered...Her righteous part of the brain was shut off.
"I better get going. I have things to do after the sun comes out," Vegeta announced, disrupting Bulma from her dirty thoughts. He was preparing to leave the apartment to the front door.
Bulma was panicking...She immediately grabbed Vegeta's left hand as if her life depended on it."No!"
Vegeta stopped his steps to look at her over his shoulder.
"Vegeta, don't do it...Please don't go. Don't...I...I do not want to be alone anymore. I enjoy your company," Bulma said, almost with a sad feeling in her voice. "I would gladly pay you so you can always be with me! Oh, what am I saying?" She said her last words more to herself in a worried fashion.
Vegeta turned around to face Bulma. "Oh really...What are you trying to say?" he was curious. He gave her tha chance to explain herself better to him.
"Vegeta...I like you. I really, really like you. I cannot deny it any longer. I have since I first saw you serving me my food at your work," Bulma confessed to the male saiyajin.
Vegeta looked a Bulma for what it seemed a long time...He used one of his hands to caress her right cheek. "Bulma, I like you too. This poor bastard right here is lucky to be with a high social status and genius woman like yourself," he confessed to her as well.
"To hell with everyone who thinks otherwise about us or our different social status!" Bulma said with confidence as she placed her hand on top of Vegeta's hand that still lied on her cheek. "You are a male saiyajin and...I'm a half human and half Tuffle," her voice went soft when she revealed to Vegeta about her mixed heritage. The last thing she wanted for her newfound relationship to end since the Tuffles and the Saiyans do not mix well from the past to the present time. They would usually discriminate one another to the point of hating.
"I don't care about what your ancestors did to my people or vice versa. It is all in the past. You are my Bulma, and that's what important. I want you to be by my side. I will go back to school and finish my college degree so your family give us the blessing."
Bulma was touched by Vegeta's determination to improve himself just for her so they could have a future together. Then she realized what his words really meant: her other relatives from Plant City..."Like I said, Vegeta. I don't care what Aunt Range or the others think about us. I'm sure Mom, Dad, Scratch and Tights would like you just fine. They are not like them," Bulma smiled at her...I dunno, her new boyfriend?
Vegeta felt good about himself since his new girlfriend had assure him that he can move onto the next base with her."Then, it's settled. You are mine. All mine," he stated firmly with a winning smirk.
Bulma realized that statement in saiyajin culture (which she was fascinated with that culture while studying it in sociology!) fully meant a marriage proposal leading straight to marriage among the line. She held up her hands in mid air in defense. "Whoa, buddy! Not so fast! We are not going to be an item yet. I need to get to know you better as you do need to get to know me. I wanna take this slow and relaxed."
"Tch. You win, princess," Vegeta said almost grumpily. Bulma was right. He was gonna let her have her way...FOR NOW.
Bulma giggled on how cute Vegeta looked at the moment. "Thank you, I like winning. However..." she stopped talking for a moment to run her index finger from his chest down to his abs. "I won't leave you hanging too long, my prince. A handsome man such as yourself cannot leave this apartment without having a little taste of sexy time," Bulma said with a wink.
Vegeta was stupefied and taken back. He never in his entire life imagined that dirty side of Bulma! He always thought that the heiress of the Capsule Corp. was far innocent from such perversion! He refused to believe that from his innocent princess!
He was proven wrong when his own lips was suddenly covered with Bulma's pair of lips.
That's when Vegeta remembered his first kiss:
That was when he was about 17 years old and the other girl turned recently 16 years old. A medium-length aqua haired teen was close to Vegeta's younger face.
"What?" Vegeta asked in annoyance. The girl had been on his face for a minute or two.
The teen smiled at Vegeta mischievously."Have you ever kissed a girl before?" her eyes shone at the question she made to him. She wanted to see his reaction so bad.
"No, and there's no need to do that," his reply was cold. He was on a mission sent by Frieza to protect this girl from getting kidnapped, not to fulfill her silly puberty fantasies. Dr. Briefs was paying good amount of zeni for her younger daughter's protection since she was going on an adventurous phase and attracting unnecessary attention from the kidnappers, murderers, pedophiles and stalkers.
"Well, boys your age like it. You might be missing out, and I wanted to show you how good it feels. I don't have a boyfriend at the moment!" Bulma said with a wink.
"No, thank you. Not interested," Vegeta said apparently with zero interest.
"Come on now! It's fuuun! Please! I always wanted to kiss a cute guy. You will do for now because I can trust that you can do the job. I have seen you kick ass to the bad guys! There is nothing to lose here! It's a win-win situation!"
"Hmph. Forget it. You are going through a weird case in your hormonal phase, wench!" Vegeta retorted as he crossed his arms to his chest."Should I go and buy you more of those personal napkins at the pharmacy?"
"No, there is no need for that this time. But, I'm serious. I want to kiss you soooooo bad!" Bulma said, sounding a little like the spoiled brat she was. "But first thing is: what's your name, anyways? We have known each for a little while and I don't want to call you Grumpy Monkey, Tough Guy, Buddy anymore or He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named."
"For the last time, I am not allowed to give you my name. You can call me as you please," Vegeta's reply was strict as The Next Dimension.
Bulma sighed. Vegeta was difficult as always with her but she won't give up on him. "Okay, Mystery Guy...you win this one. But I still demand my kiss from you or I'm gonna have to take it myself!" Bulma said with a huff.
"No, you silly girl! You will not-!"
Vegeta was cut from his words when Bulma pressed her lips against his own lips and her arms wrapped around his neck. His eyes widen at her antics. The nerve of that spoiled brat! He couldn't wait for his contract to get over with her father. Freezer sure does like to put Vegeta in hectic and embarrassing situations... He will have a word with his Godfather Uncle when the mission was over.
Bulma tried to use her tongue to French-Kiss Vegeta as she massaged his hair and face for him to relax. She was trying to copy what she saw last week at that hot and steamy soap opera. She guided Vegeta's hands to her waist with her hands.
Vegeta, then decided that kissing was not bad and he tried his best to incorporate to the tongue activity with Bulma. He remembered that as part of the contract, he had to please the client at all costs. He tried to close eyes shut. It was weird for him having a girl that close to him.
After they both ran out of needed air, Vegeta separated away from Bulma...Now he finally understood the term of tonsil hockey.
Bulma spoke after a moment of brief silence. "Well, that was awkward...Although, I enjoyed it," she grinned at him.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. He still cannot believe that he exchanged saliva with the wench! Oh the germs! Her mouth tasted of strawberry Pop Tarts and potato chips. He disliked sweets. "What do you mean awkward?" he asked confused. He was doing fine, right?
"You could relax and close your eyes next time and use some more practice with your tongue."
"My tongue was fine, mind you! It is not abnormal!"
Bulma giggled at Vegeta's ignorance as he wiped his mouth with his long sleeve shirt. "Oh, you are so silly. I trust that one day, you are going to be a great kisser to boot! And I wanna participate again in the future and have sex maybe. I say this since I gotta finish school first and then take over my dad's company someday as the CEO. Promise me that you'll find me if I am not dating anybody or you'll stick around in the meantime?"
Vegeta growled at the other teen...On the inside, he secretly liked her ambition. She was going to achieve her goal someday. "You are crazy, Bulma Leigh Briefs!" he exclaimed to her. It was not clear whether he was going to hold her promise into their adulthood or not. He might be far away from her, and people can change over the years. He opted for that rational option.
Bulma gasped at what she heard coming from the temperamental saiyajin teen: "You finally called me by my full name! We are so making progress here! This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship, Sweetie-poo!" She cooed to him.
"You are not allowed to call me Sweetie-poo!"
"How about Butt Face?"
"Hmph. Let's stick with the Kami-awful Sweetie-poo name..."
"Vegeta?"
Vegeta got out of his thinking trance...He looked down to the present Bulma, who was pouting. He smirked at her. Here he was, literally fulfilling her old promise to her after 12 years. "You don't remember anything, do you?" he asked carefully. "About your possible first kiss?"
"Well...Yamcha, my ex-boyfriend, was my first and only kiss, when I was 16 years old," she replied with all sincerity. She did not understood the motive of the question. She never met Vegeta before in her life or any other guy until Yamcha came along...
"I see..." Vegeta said simply...So Frieza did wiped all of her memories of him like he requested the day after finishing his mission of protecting her. Somehow, he felt regret for what he did to her but he ignored the feeling.
"Why are you asking this?"
"Because I used to be a horrible at kissing. Now, I'm a great kisser to boot."
With that, Vegeta leaned in to kiss Bulma. He wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her close to him. He closed his eyes, tilted his head to one side and started kissing her in the most passionate way with tongue involved. Bulma could not resist the level of expertise. She closed her eyes, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she get carried away and return the kiss and with her own tongue.
They were making out for 10 minutes and counting...Things were getting steamy between the new lovers. Bulma became a mouth breather; it was too soon for that. Vegeta noticed this, and he pulled away slowly so she could regain her breath.
"Oh my...You really are a great kisser to boot!" Bulma's breath was taken away with Vegeta's skill She could tell already that he was great in the bedroom.
Vegeta smirked at her. He leaned in one last time to kiss her this time on the forehead. "Goodnight, Bulma. I'm going home now. You will dream only of me, myself and I when you go to sleep, okay?"
"I promise, Vegeta," Bulma smiled dreamily at him as she walked with him to the door. He had opened the door to leave and she watched him enter the elevator. She blew a final kiss for him and he grabbed in return as the double door of the elevator closed.
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Now that the spectacle was over at last, Vegeta crossed his arms to ponder freely. His lips curled into a evil smirk as he leaned his back to the wall of the elevator. 'Perfect. Everything is starting to go according to my plans: I got her where I want her. I could care less about Kakarott's warning...I'll pretend to be with the rich spoiled brat in a relationship, she will let me touch her billions of zeni soon and I'll proceed with my own agenda!'
Vegeta started to laugh evilly as his laughter gradually raised. His evil smirk had expended on his lips: "You will be mine so I can do what I truly desire, Bulma Leigh Briefs! You will be the key to my success!" he said in his true cold, obsessive, twisted and ruthless persona.
A/N: So that last bit was kinda dark...There is a reason why Vegeta is gonna do this. All the answers lies in his past.
Well, my days off are always changing every week, so I do not have a set day yet for regular updates. I'm gonna try my best to update the next chapter sometime next week.
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