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Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Bulma thought as she tired to keep a cool face. This can't be happening, this just can't. Launch and Tien can NOT be the table right beside them, they just CAN'T. But, too bad that was reality. Her purple haired, split friend is right next to her, eating the same thing as her, along with her three eyed husband freak. She didn't think Tien is a freak, just the fact that he got a tattoo of an eye on his forehead.
"Vegeta! That is you!" Launch squealed as she got up from her seat hug him.
Vegeta was still in shock, so he didn't notice her hug him until he felt the life get squeezed out of him. For someone so perky, she had the grip of a cobra wrapping around its prey. The chocking man pushed the eager fashionista away from him gentle before quickly sucking in a breath.
Launch smiled apologetically and put her hands behind her back. "Sorry, it's just that it's been too long!" she smiled. She then looked at the people at his table before looking back at the now scowling man. "Who're they? I know that the woman with black, spiky hair is your aunt, but who are these two?" she asked as she pointed towards Bulma and Trunks.
Trunks frowned as he crossed his arms. "What do you mean Auntie Launch? It's me, remember? Tr-" his was quickly cut off by Rosa's and Bulma's hand on his mouth. The rest of his sentence became muffled. He raised an eyebrow at the two as he tried to pry their hands off his face. "Wuf are you oing? Lef e go!" he said as he continued to wiggle in their grip.
Launch sweat dropped. "Ok…moving on," she muttered before flashing a smile at Vegeta. "So…who are they?" she asked.
Vegeta rolled his eyes at his past friend's question. He knew that she was leading onto something, with that forced smile and all, but where was she leading to? He crossed his arms and scoffed.
"If you must know," he started. "the woman with reddish black hair is-" Bulma flashed him a warning glare. "my wife, and the boy is our son." he finished, flashing a smirk towards the woman in question. What he said was mostly true, but true nonetheless.
Launch's jaw dropped along with her husband's at the word "wife". Bulma's eyes broadened widely as her jaw dropped all the way towards the earth. What did he just say? That she was his wife? Her hate in him increased ten-fold. She narrowed her eyes as images of how she was going to assassinate Vegeta rolled in like a movie. That sly bastard! Not only does two of my best friends not know who I am, but believing that I'm this asshole's wife! I'll make him wish he's in hell! she thought as fire ignited in her eyes.
Trunks, watching intently at the conversation at hand, started screaming into his mother's and father's aunt's hands as he tried to deny what Vegeta has said. "Ifs ot troof! Ifs ot troof!" he screamed over and over again.
Vegeta shot him a glare and looked the brat in the eye. Launch quickly collected herself as she snapped her jaw up and cleared her throat. She flashed her past friend another forced smile before sitting down at her seat again. There was no wall between them, so might as well get comfy. She looked at Bulma, then Vegeta, then back to Bulma.
"Really?" she said as she locked her gaze at the stoic man at the table beside her. "I had no idea." She put her gaze at Bulma and gave her an empty smile. "When did this happen?" she asked.
Tien, also wanting to know, leaned close to his wife as he waited to hear the hot burgundy's story. He had to admit, she looked familiar, but he just couldn't place it. He knows that he's seen that face before, but the eyes and her hair just didn't match. He mentally shrugged it off as he continued to wait for the red haired woman to speak.
"Well," Bulma started as she glanced towards the ass that started this. He shrugged carelessly as he leaned back in his seat to see how she's going to handle this. Asshole. she thought before smiling at her long-time friend. She's knows this is going to just be a stick up her ass later in the near future.
"Well, she repeated. "I met Vegeta during his travels a long while back. We had some coffee and he asked me out on a date," she smirked. If she was going to be thrown under the bus, might as well bring the prick down with her. "It was so romantic! He first planned a candle lit dinner under the stars, he even hired a man to play the violin while we ate!" she chirped.
She noticed, at the corner of her eye, Vegeta's eye was twitching. She smirked mentally. That's right bastard. You got me into this mess, you pay the price. she thought. She sighed dreamily as she pretended to remember the false memory. God, was she a good actress.
"At first, I didn't know a thing about the man, but he was so kind and gentle with me, a little rough sometimes, but a true gentleman nonetheless." she sighed. She looked towards the still smiling Launch and smiled warmly. "At first, I thought that Vegeta was going to be a total jackass with such a big ego," she saw Vegeta's left eye twitch more frequently. "but then I discovered he was one," More twitching. "but I eventually saw his soft side."
Launch tilted her head in confusion. This was…odd. Vegeta never really had a soft side, after all the years she's been with him. But he did manage to swipe Bulma, but she never once heard her say anything about Vegeta being…gentle. Her eyes became narrowed in her mind as she tried to keep herself from blowing up.
In truth, she hated this new woman her friend was with. This woman was with her past friend, playing him like a violin, while her missing friend, Bulma, was raising a child in solitude for ten years and has now disappeared from the face of the Earth. Heh…gold-digging whore. said the voice of her bad side. I agree. she replied.
(A/N O.o….I guess I made Launch a little too OOC. But her reasons are good!)
Getting back on track, she decided that she was going to interrogate this mystery woman once her past friend left. She leaned on her hands and continued to smile, but it began to look strained. "Really? I never thought Vegeta was one to have a…sensitive side." she pressed.
Bulma nodded her head rapidly. "Of course! The man was so caring and gentle with me! I never met anyone so sweet and so kind." she emphasized "sweet" and "kind" specially for Vegeta to hear. She heard him growling as he tried to kick her leg, wanting her to stop speaking. Well too bad!
"I'm sorry," Launch said as she put her fingertips on her forehead. "You know who I am, but I have no idea who you are. Unless you like to be called mystery woman?" she said, her voice filled with false care. She hated her, Bulma just knew it.
The Capsule Corp princess smiled as she let out a small laugh. "How rude of me. I'm sorry," she stretched out her hand. "My name is Naomi. Naomi Ouji." she smiled. No, my name is Bulma and I'm your friend that's being held captive against this jackass against my will. she said mentally.
Launch looked at the offered hand before looking up at the burgundy woman, forcing a smile. "It's nice to meet you Naomi, and I'm sorry to cut this conversation short, but I've got to get going." she lied as she stood up from her table. She grabbed her hubby's hand, paied for their food, and waved a good-bye at them. "It was nice to see you again Vegeta, you too Rosa!" she waved before exiting the restaurant.
Silence wavered over them. Trunks frowned at the cold shoulder his aunt gave him. Bulma narrowed her eyes at the memory at how mean Launch was being. That could've possibly be her best friend of eleven years. The woman she just met, was so cold. Her voice was thick with fake happiness and was most likely filled with malice. She shuttered before turning back towards her son and so-called "husband". She crossed her arms and sunk in her chair.
"That was not Launch." she grumbled. "Launch is kind and open, that lady was like a freaking lion." she added with a sneer. "This is Vegeta's fault." she mumbled underneath her breath.
She saw her son nod in agreement. Her spirits were a bit lighten up when she heard Vegeta growl at her insult. What? It was the truth. If he didn't say that she was his fucking wife, then she wouldn't have embarrassed the poor ass in front of their friends. She hissed when she felt him kick her from underneath the table. She gave him a hard glare that could actually melt rock.
If looks could kill, Vegeta would've been dead and burning in hell by now.
She was about to open her trap to his out a threat at him, until their waiter finally showed up. Note to self, kill this fucking French man. she thought as she seethed at him.
"Dinner is served!" he cheered as he lifted the container right off of the tray. Bulma's eyes widened a fraction. Note to self, erase previous note. she thought as she felt herself drool.
The smell of the food was so…enticing.
Freshly cooked steak was lingering in her nose. She could almost taste the juice it held. She almost felt jealous of Trunks and Vegeta. Next, the smell of pasta invaded her nostrils as she tried her best to not take a deep breath. It was a simple dish, meat ravioli, but damn, did this place make it seem like it was worth a million bucks. Finally, came her dish, the most delicious smelling of them all.
Her dish smelt of fresh catfish surrounded by different herbs and spices. The soup surrounding the fish smelled absolutely divine! When it was plated in font of her, she held every ounce in her being to not jump at it and eat it like a caveman. She forced a fake smile at their waiter as she tortuously waited for the guy to leave. Tik tok, tik tok! I wanna eat my food in peace buster, so get the fuck away. she thought.
Vegeta saw the hungry look in the Onna's eyes and smirked. Maybe he should make her wait just a little bit longer, just to make sure that the place didn't "poison" her food. (A/N Pft, yeah right! 8 Lounge is a place GODS eat at!). He whistled over a waiter and pointed towards Bulma's food.
"Can we change that order? Make it…" he paused to think of a food Bulma absolutely hates. He grinned once he thought of one. "Sushi. A plat full of rice balls and every dish that contains shrimp in it." he said. He knew how much the blue haired Onna hated shrimp. He learned it once when they served coconut glazed shrimp in the school cafeteria. Oh how much she screamed. He smirked back at the memory as he watched Bulma's dish being carried away.
"Oi!" she called, but that didn't make the waiter come back. She grumbled something incoherent as she slouched back into her seat. "Why'd he take my food? Is there something missing from it?" she asked.
It didn't seem like anything was missing. Everything in the description was on it.
Vegeta gave her a wolfish grin as he put his hands behind his head. "Oh, nothing was missing." he teased. His grin widened as he saw the question mark appear above the Onna's head.
Genius? Was Capsule Corp turning desperate? If he just met this little minx, then he would've thought so. He smirked when the question mark popped and was replaced with an exclamation point. Took her a while. But now he's about to regret messing with her.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY FOOD!" she roared at him.
Ok...Maybe he over did it.
He looked around to see everyone in the damn house was staring at them. He growled, he hated this unwanted attention. Unlike him, Bulma didn't notice the sudden attention. She was too pissed off. She has put up with his shit until now. First, the airport, then, the hotel, now this? No, she put up with too much for long enough. She didn't give a flying fuck if he gets humiliated, hell, the man deserved it!
Expecting a yell, she was surprised to see the midnight haired man put down some money, grabbed his coat, pulled her to him, and walk out of the restaurant calmly, Trunks and Rosa trailing behind them. They exited the restaurant with, of course, cameras shoved into their faces. They got into the already pulled up limo and walked in. Once the door closed, Vegeta's hands were already clenching and unclenching.
This is not going to end well.
"You fucking BITCH!" Vegeta yelled as he paced his room.
Once they arrived back at the hotel, Vegeta dragged Bulma up to his hotel room and locked them in. He demanded that they were to be left alone and no one will both call him, or visit him, no one. The burgundy chick in his room, was currently on the bed, wearing no shoes, and was just watching him walk around in a circle. They've been in there for, what? 15? 20 minutes?
Vegeta stopped in front of her and glowered down at her careless face. "Do you know what you just did? I was humiliated in front of almost every rich bitch and rich ass in that fucking restaurant!" he growled. "This is your fault." he added with a hiss. He stopped pacing so he could glare at her properly. "What do you got to say for yourself?"
Bulma shrugged. Why should she care if he got humiliated? And how the hell is it her fault! "I had a helluva good time. I'm surprised you didn't" she voiced.
Bad choice of words.
Vegeta, as mad as ever, slowly walked towards her, taking one step at a time. He looked very intimidating…uh oh. Her breath quickened as he put his arms on either side of her, trapping her body in his arms. His face was so close that she could feel the heat from his body slap her on the face. His dark eyes were like a never ending pit she never wanted to escape from. To put in a sentence, he left her breathless.
Bad Bulma! This is not good! This is bad! Very, very bad! HE'S bad! Yes, bad...oh so bad...yes, so fucking- NO! she thought as she felt he blood rush up to her face. She can't be actually attracted to him, right? I mean, she's convinced everyone else that she doesn't like him and isn't in love with him anymore...now all she has to do is convince herself. As much as she hated to admit it, it was true. She showed everyone that she doesn't hold any feelings towards Vegeta and that she had moved on, but she isn't so sure she completely has.
She was snapped out of her thoughts once she felt the man-in-question's breath on her ear. "You've been a very bad girl Woman," he stated as his lips brushed softly against the outer shell of her ear. "You have to be punished." The way he said it sounded so...sexy. It sent shivers up her spine. Worst part is, she couldn't tell if it was out of pleasure, or fright.
She gasped as she felt his teeth teasingly nip at her ear. She even had to use, almost all of her strength to not moan out loud. But it was obvious that it was almost impossible. Why does God hate her so? (A/N Hate? Ha! I think God is spoiling her! Lucky Bulma :P)
Vegeta however, smirked at her reaction. So what he was angry with her a few minutes ago? She was here in his room, wearing a seductive dress, and was trapped in his arms. What else is he going to do? Talk to her? Ha! He's a 28 year old man with special needs that have to be fulfilled. Sex so happens to be one of those special needs.
Sensing that Bulma was going to freak any moment, he grabbed her arms and put them into his pants, through the front. Bulma gasped as she felt the palm of her hands touch his growing erection. Was she really doing this? Before she could even voice a protest, a familiar pair of lips crashed down to hers into a slow, seducing kiss. The way his mouth massaged over hers felt so damn good. Unconsciously, she grabbed onto his hard member with one hand through the thin piece of clothing dividing them, and used her other hand to stroke the throbbing member.
The dark haired man growled in approval as he slowly lowered them until Bulma's back was flat on the blankets. He was going to make sure she remembers this night, and, hopefully, comes back for more.
Bulma didn't know why she was doing this, but it didn't really matter at this moment. Hastily, she began playing with the hem of his pants. Shit, temptation got to her, but hey, maybe being locked in a room with one of the most sexiest guys in the universe was just a letter from God saying, "For you!". She growled when she felt no difference in where the pant's position was at. She, ruefully, pulled away from the kiss and forcefully tugged off Vegeta's dark colored trousers. He would've scolded at her, but seeing her as this sex-crazed hotie was EXTREMELY arousing.
Well, you know the saying, the innocent ones are always animals in bed. This, he is SURE to determine. After all, she was, technically, his wife, bearing his child and all.
He groaned when he felt her warm hands pull away from his erection. Damn, maybe tonight just wasn't the night for sex. Maybe next time he should take them to Vegas. It is known as Sin City after all. He was about to pull away, until his woman pulled him, by the neck, and into a deep and passion-filled kiss. He grinned sinfully as he felt Bulma's hands travel up to his hair and grip it violently. She wanted him, and who was he to deny her of it?
What...was...HAPPENING! Her body can NOT be reacting towards this creep's touches! Apparently, her body and mind are not in sync at the moment. You could do it Bulma! Just retract your hands and beat the living shit in him. Go...you could do it...WHY CAN'T I MOVE? she thought as her hands continued to wonder this bronze Adonis. She felt his hands start to travel towards her thigh, and up to her womanhood.
SHIT! Don't you fucking DARE touch that! Don't you DARE!
Unfortunately, he did. He cupped her womanhood as he continued to kiss her passionately. God, what an angel that was given to him. Her eyes, her hair, her face, HER SCENT, was all driving him crazy. Even if she looks like a sexy, reddish black haired devil, he still saw her as his innocent, blue haired angel. He moved his devilish lips, much to Bulma's disappointment, and trailed them donw her creamy neck. She moaned in approval as she threw her head back, exposing as much skin as she can for him.
Vegeta grinned against her skin at her acceptance, and took his sweet time, making sure to not miss a single spot of that creamy, white skin. His trailed his hot, tempting tongue down her throat, only stopping at her pulsing artery. He softly kissed it as his tongue made circles around it. Bulma couldn't help but release a moan. She knew that this was wrong, but it just felt too good.
Then, much to Vegeta's dismay, there was a knock in the door.
Fuck. I thought I told them to not disturb me. he thought begrudgingly as he walked towards the door. When he opened it, he was sent airborne into the wall, knocked unconsious.
"Vegeta!" Bulma yelled as she scrambled up to her feet. She kneeled by his side as her hands hovered over his body. There was a minor bruise, but nothing to worry about. In confusion, she looked towards the door and growled. In the doorframe, stood none other than her over protective son, Trunks. By the boy's side, was one of the big security guards that the hotel had to offer.
"What are you doing?" she hissed.
Trunks pointed towards the security guard right next to him. "He was the one who told me that he was hearing noises in Dad's room." he said accusingly.
The security guard looked down at the kid with wide eyes. This kid was going to blame him for something he was threatened to do? Well...it was sorta embrassing that he got intimidated by such a pint-sized boy, but he's the son of the richest, not to mention scariest, man that ever stepped foot in this hotel. And when there's money, there's power, and if there's a kid with a powerful daddy that could, most likely, make you homeless, there isn't really much to choose from.
Choosing to take the blame, with help from Trunks's glare, the big man bowed apologetically towards the slightly scary woman. "I'm sorry ma'am, but it's my job to make sure everything is safe. Please accept my apology." he said.
Bulma rolled her eyes. She knew that this guy didn't disturb them by his own free will, but decided to play her part. Trunks is going to get a major tongue-lashing and, possibly, a karate lesson from her. She smiled at the security guard and waved him alone. Trunks was about to follow suit, but was stopped.
"Where do you think you're going mister?" she growled.
Trunks gulped at the sound of his mother's growl. This was not going to be good. He turned towards his mother, fear enveloping his entire being. Bulma smirked at her son's fear and walked past him to close the door.
Shit. was Trunks's last thought before his mother opened her mouth.
Launch paced around in her hotel room. She had to do something, she just HAD to. Bulma. This was for her. She was going to get Vegeta and her back together, whatever the costs. She anxiously nibbled on her thumb nail as she frequently glanced at her husband.
"Well? Did you find anything about the whore?" she asked.
Tien, laying calmly on their bed, looked up from his computer and half-heartdly shrugged. "Well I'll tell you this, I've searched every database, but none have the name "Naomi Ouji" anywhere." he informed.
Launch stalked over to their bed and jumped towards the empty spot right next to him. She was highly confused. No data? What does he mean no data? If this Naomi person was real, then she should've had a file about her. She grabbed the computer off her husband's lap and scrolled down the list of names rapidly. With a groan, she closed it when she found nothing.
Nothing. How could one person cause so much trouble to her? Besides Bulma of course.
She shook her head as she put the laptop away. She needed to relax. She was going to stay at the Seychelles for about…three weeks? She could use that time to get to know Vegeta's whore of a wife. Hell, maybe she could get the woman arrested if she was, which she is most likely convinced, a prostitute or something. But that left one question in her head.
What about their son?
Never. Not in a million years, would she do anything that could scar a child for life. She may not like the fact Vegeta has moved on, but never would she be mad enough to, either, physically, emotionally, or mentally harm the boy. She groaned as she cuddled up to her lovable husband. She'll figure something out. She always does…eventually.
While Launch was being slowly pulled into a dreamless sleep, Tien was up thinking. Where has he seen that face before? It was familiar, he just knew it. Her rubbed his forehead as he continued to search through his memories. "Argh, screw it." he whispered as he grabbed his laptop from the side of the bed.
He flipped it open as he opened his computer documents. He clicked on the pictures icon and waited for the thing to load. Come on, come on, COME ON. he thought as he watched the waiting bar turn to 100. He quickly clicked on the "Friend/Highschool Pictures" folder. In a few seconds, his screen was flooded with both old and new pictures. He made the screen smaller and opened up 8 Lounge's cameras.
He found a picture of his friend's wife and zoomed in on her. He cleared all the pixels so he got a clear picture of the woman. His eyes widened as he went back to his documents. He scrolled down the page quickly until he found it. He put the picture right next to the 8 Lounge's picture of this "Naomi".
His eyes widened in shock as he looked between the two people. The smile, the warmth in their eyes, the glow that was practically surrounding them. Then...something clicked. He looked between 8 Lounge's camera, then to his photos, then back. He kept this up for a while, until he put two and two together.
Shock filled his entire being as his breath was caught in his throat. It couldn't be, it CAN'T be. She hated Vegeta, last time he remembered. And, from what he heard from dinner, she was his wife? He was too in shock, that he didn't notice his wife wake up.
"Tien? What's wrong." she yawned. She saw that he was staring at the computer she put away. She frowned and was about to take it away, until her eyes landed on the screen.
"BULMA?"
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