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Blackmail

The Saiyan stepped into the bedroom. His gaze landed on the bed and the thing that lied on it. He glowered, "Woman! What in the bloody hell is this!?"

Bulma came out of the bathroom, a pink towel was tightly wrapped around her body, "This is your tuxedo, Hun."

"My what?!" He took a closer look.

"Tonight is the Capsule Corporation Gala. I told you last week about it. You agreed to come with me, remember?"

Her towel fell to the ground, as Bulma bent over her drawer to look for some underwear, "This is what you're going to wear."

Vegeta stared at Bulma's naked backside but folded his arms defiantly across his chest, "Agreed!? You fucking blackmailed me!"

Bulma laughed softly, "It sounds so ugly, when you say it like that."

[A few days earlier...]

Vegeta was walking along the corridor to the gravity room when Bulma crossed his path. She briefly brushed his forearm as she passed, but he grabbed her around her waist and caged her against the wall, tearing on her shirt. His hands wondered round her belly and brushed her breasts as he growled softly. Bulma laughed and kissed the tip of his nose, "There is something I wanted to talk about with you, Vegeta."

His hands stopped roaming and he looked at her warningly, "If this is about that pink phallic thing, that looks nothing like a long-eared rodent, that I found in your closet, let me tell you this AGAIN! I WON'T allow MY WOMAN TO..."

Bulma blushed deeply and interrupted him, nudging his elbow, "NOO! Not that again! Haha...Look my Dad just sealed a deal with another big company and he's throwing a Gala to celebrate. And I want you to accompany me."

Vegeta let out a quick and humorless laugh, "You wish? No way I'm going to one of those revolting human gatherings. I'd rather..."

"Oh really?" Bulma interrupted, nestling her curvy figure closer to his. She trailed her fingertips along his muscular arm, not looking in the Saiyan's eyes, "Well, that really is a shame. See, if I happen to end up going alone, a certain Saiyan Prince, won't get any sex for the next month."

She lifted her gaze to meet Vegeta's, his eyes narrowed, "You wouldn't..."

Bulma smiled sweetly, "Do you wanna take your chances, Hun?"

Vegeta gritted his teeth, letting go of the devious woman, "You're actually stooping to this? That is low, even for you, Bulma."

"It is, isn't it. Well, I need my arm candy, Vegeta. And what was it you said to Trunks again? Ohh, yes, ' It's just a matter of right motivation'."

Vegeta's face was a mask, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of bringing him down with her games, "This doesn't work on me, Woman!"

"We'll see." Bulma grabbed Vegeta's crotch and rubbed him with her hand. Vegeta tried to stay unwavering and unaffected. Bulma grinned wickedly as she continued stroking his cock through the fabric. He growled irately as they both felt him hardening, his body betraying his resolve.

Bulma chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes." And with that she simply left, leaving an unsatisfied, angry and duped Saiyan behind.

[…]

"You are not playing fair, Bulma!"

The woman turned around, now wearing a red lace thong. She shrugged her shoulders, "I know."

Vegeta's hands fisted, as he looked at her. She had been purposely showing of her feminine charms to him over the last couple of days, arousing him. He had enough of her games, but he knew, if he didn't come with her, she'd make him pay. He was defeated, and it made him more livid the more he thought about it.

Then the doorbell rang, "That must be your food, why don't you go and get it. You know where the money is, right?"

"What do you mean 'my food'? Is there none at that blasted ball?"

She turned to clasp the back of the barely-there lace bra she was wearing for the night. "Yes there is, but it won't be enough for your Saiyan appetite. And I can not have you in one of your pig out sessions, in front of my dad's business partners."

His hands clenched to fists, "You...!"

He was almost mad enough to forget the whole thing and make her go to the damn party alone, but the site she was intentionally providing him caught his eye. It was obvious; Bulma was not going to lose this battle, she had made sure to break out underwear he had never seen. She wore a garter belt with red details in the lace that was going to hold up sheer black stockings. She took special care to sit on the edge of the bed and flex her calf muscle and point her toes as she slid the delicate fabric slowly up her legs until she was able to clip on the garter and released it with a little snap on her thigh.

Bulma cocked a brow, "Yes, Hun?"

The prince's groin ached with protest against his pride. The resistance was painful for a moment, but he could tell by the Cheshire cat grin on her face that she had meant to cause every inch of his present state. The Saiyan's patience was strained to its very limit and he was about to lose his temper. So he stormed out befor he did something he'd regret later. He had just to bare it and get this over with.

oOo

Vegeta opened the front door. A delivery boy was waiting outside, holding a huge mountain of pizza boxes. He had a big smile on his face, which didn't do Vegeta's temper any good at all.

"Hey mate! Havin' quite the party tonight, aye?! 40 Pizzas!"

Vegeta really wasn't in the mood to interact with this human, well he actually never was in the mood to interact with any human. How unfortunate that he couldn't blast this one into the next dimension. Sometimes he missed the old days...

"Shut up and give me the damn food, human!"

The man looked irately at Vegeta, handing over the pizzas, "Anyway, that would be 476 bucks..."

Vegeta grabbed the wallet from the commode, pulling out a 1,000 note. The guy's eyes grew wide, "Mate, I don't think I have that much change with me."

The Saiyan's patience was exhausted, he grabbed the guy by his collar "Just take the money, and leave before I decide to tear you apart!"

The Pizza boy paled. Vegeta pushed him down the stairs and smashed the door shut, cracking the glass. Vegeta went to the kitchen. Trunks sat on the table doing his homework.

"WOW! Did mom order those?"

"Yes, but they are for...ohh just forget it!"

"You know what, Dad?!" Trunks said pulling a bunch of pizzas close, "I'm having a sleep over at Goten's tonight. It's gonna be so much fun and Gohan promised to show us a cave with real dinosaur eggs!"

Vegeta barely listened to his son's babbling and stuffed his mouth with food. Soon Bulma came into the kitchen but Vegeta ignored her.

"Wow, Mom! You look pretty."

"Oh, thank you, Sweety. Are you ready for your night at Goten's?"

"Yeah, there's this cave and…" Trunks's story was halted by a knock at the back door and the boy rushed down from his chair to go answer it. "Hi, Gohan! Mom, Gohan's here."

"Great, come on in." Trunks lead the way to the kitchen. As the teen entered, Vegeta suddenly got a little more possessive over his food, pulling the pizza cartons closer.

"Hey, Vegeta. Hey Bulm…Wow, Bulma, you look really," -hot- "nice!" Gohan had to look somewhere else, as the heat shoot in his head. He was suddenly glad that his school bag was covering a certain area and he quickly shifted away from Vegeta. The thought of the full blooded Saiyan noticing his little mishap sent a wave of dread down his spine.

Vegeta couldn't take it anymore and had to look to see what Bulma was wearing. The instant he did he nearly choked on his pizza, but managed to hide it. She wore a red floor-length dress with a low cut back that traced her figure completely perfectly. Her hair was swept to the side, leaving one side of her neck bare, and her cleavage was stunning.

Bulma smiled, "Thank you, Gohan. There's a business gala tonight. It is so nice of you to pick Trunks up on your way home from school."

Gohan sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, "It's no problem. Let's get going, Trunks!" The teen needed to get out of this kitchen and cool off!

Trunks squealed excitedly. He jumped up, grabbing his backpack about to run outside.

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?"

Trunks stopped and came back to hug his mom, Bulma kissed his cheek and Trunks turned to his dad, "Are you still showing me that new technique, when I get back?", Vegeta nodded and Trunks's face lit up, "You're the best! See you tomorrow, Dad", Trunks said and ran outside after Gohan.

Once they were gone, Bulma walked up behind Vegeta placing her hands on his firm shoulders. A hint of her scent wafted over and he stiffened. Bulma knew she had been pushing her Saiyan's endurance over the last few days. He was annoyed and frustrated, and she couldn't let this get out of hand.

"Vegeta?" but he just grunted and kept eating, "Look, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have blackmailed you into coming with me and...denying you things."

Vegeta sneered, "Well, you've got what you wanted, haven't you? So why are you coming at me with this now?" He scoffed, "Having an attack of conscience, Woman?"

"Yes, I shouldn't have done that. It's just, you coming with me to that gala, means a lot to me."

Vegeta stopped chewing he wasn't used to such words from Bulma and it made him listen more attentively, "Why is this so important to you?"

Bulma started to gently knead his shoulders, "See, since I broke up with Yamcha ...,", Vegeta snorted snidely, "I have been going to all the Capsule Corp. official festivities alone. It has been 8 years, and I have you now. I'm sick of going all by myself. You are my partner. And I want to share things like that with you. Like norm...other couples would do."

Vegeta fixed his vision on a spot somewhere on the wall, as he thought about her words. Finally he exhaled, still not looking at her, "You could have just... explained that and asked, Bulma."

She was surprised, "Would you have said yes?"

Vegeta leaned back, trying to find the right words. He was always uncomfortable with disclosing his emotions, but since the incident in the GR a couple of weeks ago, he had been trying to show Bulma that he cared for her, "You have done so much for me, Bulma. If it really means something to you…I want to show you that I am...grateful, that I... appreciate the things you have given me, then yes."

Bulma couldn't believe what he'd just said, she felt her eyes watering, and she quickly brushed her tears away. She laid her arms round him and kissed his temple, "I love you!"

Vegeta was still tense and a flush had crept up his neck, but he grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly. Not letting go, he got up and turned to Bulma. Her sight reduced him to silence. He glanced at her before, but even a second site of her made his heart race.

His voice was croaky, "You look stunning..." The words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, and the Saiyan huffed crossing his arms.

"You think so?" she said tauntingly, smug that she had managed to coax him out of his shell.

Vegeta frowned, "Don't push it woman!"

She kissed him, "Thanks for coming with me, Vegeta.", then she whispered alluringly in his ear, "I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise!"

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Bulma waited in the hall for Vegeta. When he came downstairs, she took in the view. The tuxedo she had bought for him fitted his steely body perfectly and showed off his muscular figure, "It's a nice change to see you in something other than your training clothes. You look handsome, Vegeta."

The Saiyans scowled, "This is absurd! And what is this blasted thing supposed to be?"

He held the bow tie up and Bulma took it out of his hands. She closed in and looked up to her Saiyan as she put the bow tie around his collar. When Bulma was finished she took his hand, "Ready to go?"

Vegeta just grumbled and he let her drag him out of the house. In the yard waiting, stood a black stretch limo. Vegeta's face darkened, "Are. You. Serious?"

"Come on, we have to make a memorable entrance!"

"I could make an entrance those pathetic humans won't forget…" Vegeta grinned as he gripped Bulma's hip and held her close to him.

Bulma rolled her eyes and pushed herself away, "Please behave yourself, Vegeta…" They both smiled at each other.

The chauffeur stepped out of the car and moved to hold the door open for Bulma, but Vegeta scared him off, "Get back in the car. If anyone is holding the door open for my woman, it's me!"

Bulma put her palm on her forehead, closing her eyes in resignation. So much for behaving himself...

The driver went pale and Bulma gave him an apologetic look, "It's alright. He is more of a jealous type..."

Vegeta held the door open for Bulma, growling low in his throat, "You better make this good tonight, Woman!"

Bulma couldn't help but to feel a bit flattered that her Saiyan was holding a door open for her. Bulma blew him a kiss, "Have I ever disappointed you?"

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