*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.* WARNING: There is some fluff at the beginning of this. If your not into that kind of thing you can just scroll until you get to the next line breaks.


Chapter Three

Vegeta watched curiously as his alluring company crawled seductively on all fours over to his feet. She held his gaze as she sat back on her haunches and used her tiny hands to pry his legs apart forcefully so she could squeeze herself between them. His mouth grew dry and his pupils noticeably dilated as the master seductress in between his knees grabbed the bottom hem of his white tee that she was currently wearing. In one swift movement, she flung the article over her head and across the room, revealing a red lacy bra underneath.

He felt his breath hitch as he took in her beauty, and more importantly, her round perky breasts. In an instant, she was on him like white on rice, kissing and suckling his neck with her plump, swollen lips and warm were happening so fast, he was having a difficult time thinking, much less responding. Vegeta growled deeply in the back of his throat and clenched his eyes shut as she started to softly bite his ear. She suddenly ceased her assault on his neck and ear to pull back and peer deeply into his orbs.

"I have one rule", she whispered lowly.

Vegeta raised a thick eyebrow questioningly,"what's that?"

In response she revealed a smirk that closely rivaled his own.

"I prefer not to kiss on the lips."

Vegeta mirrored her facial expression.

Before he could blink, Bulma was hastily trying to yank his shirt off. He slid down further into the couch in order to make himself more comfortable after he helped her removed his cotton tee shirt. With his washboard abs now exposed, Bulma sloppily kissed her way down his sternum and down to his belly button while gently dragging her long nails down his sides. She stopped momentarily to fiddle with his belt, once it was undone, he obliged her by lifting his rear so she could easily remove his pants and boxers. His brain was FINALLY beginning to register what was happening and he was about to speak up when he felt her small soft hand firmly grasp his now very erect manhood. He watched shocked as her eyes glinted mischievously in the dim light that the television provided.

'God, she was quite possibly one of the sexiest women he had ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on.'

He groaned and leaned his head into the back of the couch as he felt ruby lips wrap themselves around his throbbing penis and slowly push downwards, taking his full length into her hot, wet mouth.

The last coherent thought he had before pleasure began to overcome his body was, 'Just what exactly have I gotten myself into now?'

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Cobalt eyes snapped open as if awakened by a dream. She wasn't sure if she was currently even in one or not. Bulma rolled onto her back and relished in the feeling of the soft bed molding to her form and how her head sunk into the cloud-like, satin pillows.

'Got to get back to reality eventually', she thought dismally.

She groaned and sat upright and glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed that read 12:01 pm.

'Damn, I slept a long time.'

She looked around the room to fully take in her surroundings. His room was so simple. It housed a king-size bed, two small nightstands, and a dresser. Bulma shifted her gaze and then immediately noticed a bright sticky note that was lying on the nightstand to her right. She quickly grabbed the note to closer inspect the neatly written cursive it contained.

The note read:

Morning woman,

I presume you rested well. I had to go to work, but I wish to see you again tonight. Also, as you can clearly see I left some cash for you. Go purchase some clothes and meet me back here this evening around five.

-Vegeta

Bulma blinked dumbly and looked back over at the nightstand, where a gigantic wad of cash sat.

Her eyes damn near bulged out of their sockets.

'What the-?'

She sat completely bewildered. This man had left her, ALONE, in his home, WITH A WHOLE LOT OF CASH. She could be a thief for all he knew and could rob him blind. She smiled happily though at the thought of shopping. She hadn't been able to do that in a while. Bulma pushed the plush covers back and swung her legs over the side of the bed so she could get up to stretch and make her way into the adjoining bathroom.

An hour later, Bulma made her way down the street in high spirits as hummed along to the imaginary lyrics of a song that was stuck in her head. She passed a few more shops and suddenly backtracked quickly so she could stop at one boutique in particular that had a dress she liked displayed in the window. She turned on the ball of her foot and walked into the shop. As the bells that hung on the door rang upon her entrance, two of the shop's occupants lifted their heads.

"Hello, can I help-?" The blonde woman stopped talking mid-sentence as she narrowed her honey colored eyes at Bulma.

Bulma blinked confused.

'Okay..'

"Um, no thanks I'm just looking," she replied before walking over to a nearby rack to scan its contents. She could feel the two women's beady eyes boring into the back of her head as she flipped through the hangers. Bulma then heard the red-haired woman whisper a little too loudly to the blonde one, "She's obviously in the wrong place. I mean, just look at her." Bulma felt her chest clench as she looked down at herself.

She had on one of Vegeta's tee-shirts and some light jeans that were a size or two too big for her. They belonged to that Kakarot man's wife, but they didn't look that bad. She rolled her eyes and decided to brush off the other woman's words.

'What happened to lifting other women up and empowering them?' She thought with a displeased frown.

Bulma found a simple black cocktail dress she liked and thumbed her fingers over the silky material.

"Excuse me, how much for this dress?" She asked the retail women as she held it up high so they could see.

The red-head was the first to chirp in.

"I don't think that will fit you."

Bulma clenched her jaw tightly and scowled while trying to keep her composure.

"Well mam you see, I asked for the price not anything to do with the-."

The blonde cut her off sharply by proclaiming,"It's expensive, you can not afford it."

Bulma flushed and grit her teeth. 'Enough of this shit.'

"I don't understand if there is a problem that I'm obviously unaware of, but I have money to spend and I'm interested in purchasing this dress along with a few other things."

Both the women spoke simultaneously, "I don't believe we have anything in here for you."

Bulma felt her mouth drop open as the red-head continued to speak and told her all too smugly, "Please leave."

When Vegeta arrived back at his penthouse after a lengthy day at work, he found Bulma situated on the couch whilst flipping lazily through the tv channels. He undid his tie as he walked over to her place on the sofa.

"Evening woman, did you happen to go shopping today?"

He figured that the woman would probably appreciate having the funds to upgrade her wardrobe to an extent, seeing as how that she had obviously been bothered by Emma's rude remark about her appearance. Bulma looked up from her channel surfing at once with huge glassy eyes. He could immediately tell that she had been crying.

"I did, yes."

He waited expectantly for her to continue but she seemed reluctant to speak. He narrowed his eyes. Something must have taken place. 'Maybe someone robbed her again', he thought angrily.

"Well, out with it woman. What happened? You're obviously not pleased about something."

She rolled over to the other side of the couch to where her purse lay and retrieved the wad of cash he had left for her and extended it to him.

"I can't take this. Besides, I am not able to purchase any clothing from any of the stores that have decent clothes with it anyway", she said sullenly.

Vegeta pushed her hand back firmly. That money was nothing to his account. He actually wanted her to keep it for herself and put it to good use. She undoubtedly needed it.

"What do you mean you silly woman? Of course you can purchase clothing. That money is not counterfeit", he said perplexed.

"No Vegeta, you clearly don't get it. The one shop that caught my eye and I visited won't allow me to purchase anything from them. There was two women in there, and they were unbelievably rude to me and told me that they didn't have anything for me in their store", she said as she puffed out her cheeks in agitation.

Vegeta wrinkled up his eyebrows in deep thought before saying, "Well how would you feel about staying one more night with me and I'll pay a little visit to this so called shop with you in the morning?"

Bulma's almond shaped eyes immediately lit up at this new request. She sure wouldn't mind another night of sweet rest in that all too heavenly bed, hell even the couch was more fit for sleeping than her bed in her apartment currently was.

She gave a toothy grin before replying, "I'd love that." He smirked at this and then joined her so he could make himself comfortable on the leather couch beside her.


The next morning, two women's heads shot up simultaneously as the bells attached to the shop's door rang loudly. They instantly noticed a handsome man dressed to the nines in an expensive suit step foot into their shop and glance around at the place's interior with inconspicuous dark eyes.

This man screamed power and money. This was their chance to make a good sale so before greeting him, the women put on their best smiles and straightened themselves before asking in sickly sweet voices, "Hello sir, how can we help you this morning?"

Their powdered faces promptly fell as a familiar woman with strange blue hair stepped out from behind his broad shoulders and revealed herself to them. Their eyes grew large as the mysterious man then began to march angrily towards the counter that the two women currently resided behind. He stopped at the counter and propped his elbows onto it before locking eyes with the both of them.

"Yes, you can help me and you will. Are one of you by any chance the manager or owner of this store?"

Both women struggled to find their voices before the blonde one recovered and spoke first. "No sir, we just work in commision."

Vegeta's eyes glinted and his smirk deepened at their noticeable fear. "Great, well is the owner in?"

Both quickly shook their heads in response.

"Okay well I'm going to need you to call him for me and tell him Vegeta Breigh is here paying a visit. Oh, and tell him to have his ass here in less than ten minutes or I'll ruin him without hesitation."

The women sat clammed up for a second before Vegeta cleared his throat and caused the red headed woman to dive in a panic for the phone that sat on the counter in front of her so she could begin hurriedly dialing her boss.

A little more than five minutes later, a tall man that was completely flustered and sweating profusely entered the shop and turned around while fumbling with his keys so he could lock the door behind him. Once the door was locked, the shop owner turned his anxious eyes to Vegeta's form.

"Hello Mr. Breigh, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit for? I would've been here sooner but as you can see I spilt my coffee on me." He motioned quickly down to the large brown stain on his button up before continuing, "However, I'm here now and I've locked the doors so you can have every bit of the privacy you deserve."

Vegeta curled his lip up in a snarl as the shop's owner groveled, how pathetic this man was.

"Look here you imbecile, I could care less what you were doing before you came here. Your here now so concentrate."

Vegeta rolled his head to look at Bulma and then extended his hand accusingly toward the two women perched behind the counter. "These are the two women who refused to help you yesterday right?"

Bulma swallowed nervously. She didn't like everyone's eyes being on her. "Um yes", she squeaked in a mouselike way.

"YOU DID WHAT?!?" The shop owner bellowed at his two commission workers. "Do you happen to know who this man is? He is the one who got this store up and running in the first place and here you too ignorant fools are denying his lady our services! Never in my-"

Vegeta raised his hand and waved to motion for the man to shut up at once and that is just what he did.

"Nevermind that, we are here now and I trust this time no one will make the same stupid mistake twice since the air is cleared and they're no longer ignorant. I am going to leave now because I have other matters attend to at the office."

He crossed his thick arms arrogantly before turning to look at Bulma. "If they do not suck up to you, call me. I will handle it from there. Meet me back at my penthouse tonight. I would like for you to attend dinner with me."

Vegeta then turned around and starting walking briskly towards the shop's door. He then stopped and turned slightly in order to make eye contact with Bulma one last time.

"Oh and woman, make sure this time you get something nice to wear," he said with a wink and before Bulma could respond he was gone out the door after carelessly breaking the lock.

Bulma regained her composure and turned towards the other three inhabitants of the shop with a sheepish grin. The three let out the breaths they had been holding in and then suddenly were on her all at once measuring, petting, and prodding. The compliments they were boasting was insane too.

Bulma rolled her eyes and pushed them off of her gently so she could begin dishing out commands.

'I could definitely get used to this', she thought with a satisfied toothy grin.

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