*I do not own or claim to own Pretty Woman or any of the DBZ characters. The movie Pretty Woman is written by J.F. Lawton and the DBZ characters belong to Akira Toriyama.*


Chapter Two

"Excuse me, Mr. Breigh. Are you feeling well?" His secretary, Lexie asked him with obvious concern in her voice."Yes, fine. Why do you ask?"

She bent over and picked up a pen off the conference room floor.

"I don't know sir. Do not get upset with me for saying this, but you just seemed a little out of it the entire meeting. Like you were here physically, but not mentally. I have been working for you a long time now, so I can tell when something is up with you is all."

Vegeta stood and loosened his tie that had seemed to grow tighter the longer the meeting went on.

"Lexie you are my secretary, not my therapist. Remember that. Now finish cleaning the conference room and go home for God's sake", he ordered.

Lexie rolled her eyes and mumbled an incoherent, "yes sir". However, she smiled inwardly. That was her superior's typical response when he knew she was right but didn't want to admit it.

Vegeta grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief once he made it to the parking garage. He stopped for a second to admire his custom painted 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454 that was looking as perfect as ever. What could he say? He had a thing for all of the classic American muscle cars.

Vegeta unlocked the door and hopped in.

As he was headed to his penthouse, which he had finally learned the directions to, he thought back to what Lexie had said.

He would never admit it, especially not aloud to anyone, but she had been a hundred percent right.

He wasn't in the right mindset.

He could have not even gone to the meeting and probably could've known more of what was discussed. He grit his teeth and growled.

'I have to focus, especially with that business trip drawing near.'

Truth be told, he was thinking of Bulma and their little lunch escapade they had right before his meeting. He had actually considered canceling the meeting altogether because he had been enjoying his time with the woman so immensely.

'That damn woman is such a distraction. It was something about her though…' She piqued his interest like no other, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. She was just so damn unpredictable.

He groaned as he saw a familiar sign coming up.

Seemingly, against his own sheer will, he turned onto the Boulevard.

'Maybe I will see her', he thought.

He eased down the street trying to catch a glimpse of that bizarre colored hair.

'Ah, there.'

She was sitting slouched on a curb with her head resting on her bare knees that were currently, awkwardly pulled up to her chest.

Vegeta parked close to where she was and got out so he could approach her on foot.

He stood over her and gazed down at the small woman before him. She looked so small and pitiful, and not to mention that she had yet to notice that someone was standing right over her. He bent down into a squatting position so he could be eye level with her.

"Woman", he whispered as softly as he could manage. He wasn't the whispering type.

He saw her shift slightly at his voice, but she made no attempt in raising her head to look at him. He held his position a few more moments, trying to figure out what he should do or say. He was growing impatient fast. This was completely out of his element, and besides why should he even care?

"Tell me what is wrong this instant", he demanded.

Bulma, finally, slowly raised her head to look up into his face.

Vegeta winced inwardly as he took in her delicate facial features. Her eyes were red and puffy, her usually pink cheeks were tear stained, and her bottom lip was split open.

Upon further inspection, he could see a deep purple bruise already beginning to form around her mouth. He grunted knowingly and stood up while grabbing her hand and pulling her up along with him.

She looked at him with questioning eyes ss he placed his hand in the small of her back an led her to the passenger side of his car. He opened the door and demanded her to get in.

Bulma looked tiredly at his face and knew he was not going to take no for an answer, so she decided to oblige without protest.

Vegeta shut the door once she was comfortably seated and walked around the front of the car to his respective seat.

The ride back to the penthouse was quiet. To quiet.

The woman was such a chatterbox the few times he had been around her, it was strange to see her so defeated in broken in appearance. She was slumped down into the seat, with her head down, timidly playing with her hands that rested in her lap.

Vegeta let out a heavy sigh. He was going to get to the bottom of this.

Once they made it to the penthouse, Vegeta parked the car, and got out to open her door. She stepped out and looked around instantly recognizing their surroundings.

"Why did you bring me here Vegeta?" She asked a little to numbly for his liking.

He straightened his collar before answering.

"Because you're a mess woman. Now let's go get you cleaned up."

Bulma sighed.

She was not typically one to let people boss her around but after the evening she had not much could get worse.

She followed Vegeta through the lobby, to his penthouse without so much as a word of complaint. They walked in and Vegeta threw his keys on to a table before facing her. She was too busy taking in the surroundings of his lavish home to notice him looking at her.

"Come on woman", he commanded a little too harshly as he turned to lead her down a hall into a bathroom.

He opened up a cabinet and collected a towel and washcloth. He then pointed to some drawers.

"Kakarot's woman has some feminine products in there. You may take a shower or bath, whichever you prefer. I will leave some clothes sitting outside the door that you can change into once you're done."

He then locked the door from the inside and walked out shutting it behind him.

Bulma blinked and looked down at herself. She couldn't understand why he was being so nice to her. It wasn't like he didn't have better things to do than take up time with her. She had to admit though, she was an absolute mess.

'Mama would die if she saw me now'.

Bulma glanced around the bathroom. It was the polar opposite of the small pink one that her shitty apartment contained. This one was big enough to where you could easily fit her current bedroom and bath into it. The walls and floor were made of some kind of marble and there in front of the window sat a spa tub with jets all around the sides of it.

'Wow'. She glided over to the tub and sat down gracefully on its ledge so she could begin to run her bathwater.

Vegeta paused the show he was watching and let out a deep sigh as he checked the time on his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. It had been over an hour already and his blue haired houseguest had still not emerged from the bathroom.

'Maybe she is just enjoying herself too much to realize how much time has passed.'

He seriously doubted that she had the luxury of taking a long hot bath whenever she so pleased. He un-paused his show and decided that the woman would appear eventually when she was ready.

Another fifteen minutes crept by and he checked his watch.

Another ten and he checked again.

Five more and he looked once more.

He let out a low growl, besides after all patience was not his virtue.

After debating for a minute what could possibly be taking the woman so long, he decided to hell with it and that he'd just go check on her. Vegeta paused the show once again and kicked in the recliner. He then strode over to the bathroom that Bulma currently occupied. Vegeta gently rapped his knuckles against the door.

"Woman you have been in there for quite some time."

No response.

'That's weird', he thought and tried again this time knocking louder. Maybe she didn't hear the first time.

Just as before there was no answer.

Hmph.

Vegeta placed his ear against the door to try and detect any movement in the bathroom. There was no other sound besides the low 'hummm' of the tub's jets.

He began to grow slightly concerned especially since her behavior earlier wasn't exactly suggesting that she was in a good place right now or mindset. She obviously had some problems. He knew that from the moment he met her.

With little reluctance, he placed his shoulder against the door and pushed non too gently. Something could have happened. Hell the woman might have drowned herself because she had seemed so hopeless. The door gave way but what lay before him took him completely by surprise.

The blue haired minx was in a literal pit of bubbles. He blushed as he fully took in her appearance.

The damn woman had fallen asleep.

Her body was emerged in bubbles ,so he couldn't see nothing too personal, but his imagination did start to wander a little bit as he traced his eyes over her body.

She had her head leaned back and her ruby red lips were slightly parted. He walked in closer to her and stared down dumbfounded at her face. There was no crease in her brow and not a hint of worry in her small features. She looked peaceful and painstakingly angelic like. All she needed to complete the look was a halo over her head. He was so mesmerized by her face that he barely noticed when she started to stir. He began to panic a little internally. He didn't want the woman to think that he was a pervert ,but in all honesty, he had thought that she might have drowned herself or something. Those things can happen.

Bulma shot awake and started looking around with wild eyes like she didn't know where she was.

Her large eyes finally landed on the intruder and she let out a small squeak. She thrashed her arms wildly trying to cover her breasts but in the process revealed them more. She hadn't known that the bubbles were previously protecting her modesty.

"What are you doing in here and how did you get in here? I thought the door was locked.. Anyways never mind that why are you in here again?"

Vegeta had grown an even deeper shade of red when her silly antics caused her to expose herself. He tried to regain his composure a little before answering. He was shocked at the voice that came out of his mouth. It didn't even sound like his own, although now, he became acutely aware at how dry his mouth had become and the slight tightening in his pants.

"Um woman, you have been in here for over an hour and a half. I came to check on you, but you didn't answer when I knocked or called for you. So, um the door, I pushed it in to make sure that you were okay."

She gave him a confused look and he gave a hearty chuckle at how perplexed the woman truly was.

"An hour and a half really…. I didn't think it had been near about that long."

The last thing she remembered was stripping down and climbing into the tub. The hot water had felt so good and she hadn't had a bath in so long, just cold quick showers.

"I dozed off Vegeta. Sorry", she mumbled.

He smirked and his eyes glinted mischievously.

"Obviously woman", he said smugly.

She sat up more in the tub and rubbed her eyes.

Vegeta openly gawked.

The crazy woman was no longer trying to protect her modesty and he could clearly see her rounded breast. Thank God the bubbles were still covering her lower extremities. He then decided that that was his cue to leave.

He turned on his heel and mumbled incoherently on the way out that he had left some clothes for her outside in the hall.

Once the door clicked shut, Bulma sighed and leaned back into the tub so she could enjoy herself a few more minutes before departing with the invitingly warm water.

After draining her bathwater and wrapping a fluffy white towel around her small frame, Bulma was currently leaned over the bathroom sink trying to get a better look at her reflection in the mirror. She lightly traced her fingers over her bruised lips.

'That hurt like a bitch, but I've had worse.'

Life on the streets was no joke. She had found that out a little too fast. The young woman then turned and quickly got dressed in what Vegeta had laid out for her, gray sweats and a white tee shirt and set out in search of her host. She found him in the kitchen, hovering over the stove.

"Mmmm, smells good in here..What are you making?" She asked as she tried peering over his shoulder on her tip toes.

He rolled his head to look at her over his shoulder while grasping his spatula. "French toast. I hope you eat it," he replied briskly before resuming his cooking.

She lowered herself down off her toes and walked over to the granite bar to seat herself on one of the tall stools.

Bulma allowed her blue orbs to travel lazily over the back of the intriguing man before her. A couple of painfully quiet minutes passed by and she decided to break the silence, since it appeared that he wasn't going to anytime soon.

"So, Vegeta, why exactly did you bring me here?" She asked as she nervously raked her fingers through her damp tresses.

Without turning to face her he replied nonchalantly with a small shoulder shrug, "because I wanted too."

She stopped combing through her hair and dropped her hands into her lap.

"Well, that was nice of you and this whole ordeal has been nice, but I really need to get going now. My rent is not going to pay itself."

She watched him closely as he extracted a plate from an overhead cabinet and began plating the food. Vegeta then finally turned around and placed the plate in front of her along with a fork and a bottle of syrup.

"Eat", he commanded in his deep voice.

Cobalt blue and coal eyes clashed.

She felt a warm shiver run up along her spine as they gazed at one another.

Bulma looked back down at the enticing breakfast food. She had to admit, it did smell pretty damn good, so she picked up her fork and decided to indulge. She watched him out the corner of her eye as he strode over to the enormous fridge and yanked it open.

"What would you like to drink woman?"

This was enough. She dropped her fork abruptly with a loud clang.

"Look, I don't know why your being so nice to me. You've already bought me lunch and now all of a sudden, I'm here, in your home, taking baths..You won't explain to me why it is I'm here or what exactly you want from me!" She sucked in deeply as she finished her rant all in one breath.

He shuffled silently back over to where she was seated and placed a bottle of orange juice on the counter beside her French toast. She let out a hmph. Little did he know that orange juice was one of her favorites.

Bulma shifted her eyes upwards to stare at Vegeta's stoic face.

He was staring at her so intently that she swore she could feel electricity crackle in the air between them.

"Lord Vegeta, why do you keep looking at me like that? She asked quizzically.

She caught how his dark eyes appeared to shift downwards to her swollen lips.

"What happened woman?" He asked rather bluntly.

She once again sucked in a deep breath as she thought back to the day's previous events and how she acquired her unsightly injury.

'No reason in keeping it a secret I suppose', she thought hopelessly.

"After you dropped me off from lunch, I had someone who requested my services.." She lowered her eyes, suddenly feeling deeply ashamed as she continued on.

"He was very, very rude and reeked of alcohol, so I denied him."

She noticed Vegeta's knuckles starting to turn white as he gripped the counter he was perched on.

"Anyways, he didn't like that I had said no to much, so he got physical and stole what little money I had, which is why I must really get going..I have bills due", she finished with a noticeable frown adorning her once soft features.

A few silent moments passed and she hesitantly lifted her eyes once again to meet the bottomless ones that were still currently boring into her form.

'Geez, again, what is with this guy?' She asked herself mentally.

He finally spoke up.

"How much for the night?"

Bulma felt her eyes widen to an impossible size and her cheeks heat up.

"You couldn't and wouldn't pay that much."

He narrowed his eyes to slits and leaned over the counter closer to her.

"Try me", he requested.

She gulped as a lump formed in her throat and her stomach flip-flopped.

"Five hundred for the night."

Vegeta relaxed his facial features and straightened himself.

"Done", he spoke with a wave of his hand.

Bulma faltered and tried backtracking, "Wh-w-what?" She stuttered.

He rolled his head and fixated his eyes on her for the umpteenth time that day.

"Are you hard of hearing woman? Do I need to know sign language? I think you heard me. I said done. Your staying here for the night because I request your services. Now finish eating and find me when you're done."

Without so much as a backward glance, he then promptly exited the kitchen through the arched doorway, leaving Bulma alone with her estranged thoughts.

The dark-haired man relaxed back into his lounge chair as he exhaled, releasing a cloud of smoke in the process. He watched the smoke dissipate for a second before placing the white stick between his lips and taking another long drag.

He smirked lightly as he thought about how off-guard he had caught the woman with his request.

His smirk cleared and he frowned slightly as a realization dawned on him. He was one of the most influential businessmen and eligible bachelors around yet, here he was, trying to play house with some woman he barely knew and whom he had found on the streets. He had asked her to spend the night without even thinking, without restraint or hesitation.

He flicked his cigarette off his private balcony and blew out the last remnants of smoke.

He then leaned forward in his chair and placed his elbows on his knees and began to rub his face with his rough hands.

This was not who he was.

Everything he ever done, everything he ever said, was always clearly thought out and well calculated with such a precision his rivals envied him for.

His private thoughts were cut short by the sound of the balcony's glass door being slid open. Vegeta picked up his head as his houseguest stepped out an slid the door closed behind glided gracefully to the balcony's railing and bent over to prop herself on the railing with her elbows.

"It's beautiful out here," she spoke softly more to herself than the balconies other occupant while keeping her gaze straight ahead.

Vegeta turned his gaze to the twinkling city lights and grunted. This view was not that spectacular to him, he glanced back at the woman, yet she seemed mesmerized by it.

He reached for his pack of smokes, deciding he might as well smoke another while they were out here. Vegeta lit the end and inhaled as the cherry began to glow red.

Bulma wrinkled her nose at the smell and spun around to face him.

"I didn't know you smoked," she said not bothering to mask her surprise.

Vegeta nodded his head slowly as he exhaled a large stream of smoke.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me woman but yes, occasionally. Want one?"

Bulma wrinkled her nose, waved her hands back and forth and shook her head.

"Nah I haven't smoked since I was sixteen", she replied simply before turning back around to once again bask in the delightful bird's eye view that was available to her.

Once he had finished his smoke break, the couple had come back inside and made themselves comfortable in the den. The woman had really made herself comfortable.

She was sprawled out on her stomach on the carpet in front of the leather sectional that he was currently occupying.

Her small feet swayed back and forth as she laughed obnoxiously at whatever movie was currently playing on the flat screen. He wasn't even paying enough attention to know; he was too busy being silently seduced by the small beautiful woman that lay on his living room floor.

His ears fully absorbed girlish laughter as he permitted his eyes to roam over her body.

He absent mindedly noted how her toes were delicately painted red.

His eyes ran over the backs of her legs and stopped to rest on her perky behind. The sweatpants she wore were loose and baggy , but one could clearly make out the all too desirable figure that was hid underneath.

His onyx eyes continued to travel upwards until he caught sight of a thin strip of her lower back that was currently being exposed.

He felt his groin tightening for the second time that evening and groaned inwardly 'I need to get a god damn grip. I'm acting like a fucking hormone crazed teenager.'

The woman laughed out loud again completely oblivious that the small strip of porcelain flawless skin she had showing was driving him wild. He wanted to touch her so bad. He wanted to see if her skin was as smooth as it looked.

Bulma rolled onto her side so she could share a laugh with the couch's occupant about what had just transpired on TV. She grew stiff once her almond shaped eyes locked with his fiery ones that were fixated on her with an indescribable intensity.. and he was smirking at her.

Typical of him.

Bulma felt her insides warm under his intense stare.

'It was a simple fact. He was downright good looking.'

Vegeta smirk grew as he watched the woman's face register his own. He knew she had seen the burning desire that his eyes portrayed because he after all, had made no attempt at hiding it.

It was what it was.

She knew the look he had, for she had seen it already many times before.

This time was different though.

She could deny it all she wanted, but this man, she desired too.


Don't forget to review! (More reviews = More chapters) & always remember Happy Reading;)