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Pretty Onna. Chapter Three
Once the expensive Ferrari was traveling down the crowded streets of the night, thankfully away from the danger that would have surly devoured Bulma, the blue haired Saiyan sighed. Bulma felt she had the need to make conversation. "Nice car; yours?" She asked the man besides her casually.
Vegeta as he pulverized the gears together; he winced. "No."
Bulma smiled. "Stolen?"
Vegeta looked questioningly at her. "Not exactly."
There was a shadow of a smile on his usually hardened face after his reply to the younger Saiyan. Vegeta didn't know why but this girl, this young woman, brought a smile to his face. She was a certain kind of joy that his life lacked. Vegeta figured that even though they were probably never going to see each other once more that this young Saiyan woman could teach him many things. If only they had the time.
"Now must not be the greatest time to be a hooker." Vegeta ruminated mostly to himself.
Bulma shook her head even if she agreed with what Vegeta was saying. "No, I use condoms. Always. And I get checked out once a month at the free clinic. Not only am I better in the sack than an amateur, I'm probably safer."
Vegeta laughed a little the continued to tease Bulma. "I like that, that's very good. You ought to have that printed up on your business card."
Bulma paused for a moment. "If you're making fun of me, I don't like it."
Before Vegeta could stop himself he was apologizing. "Gomen. If I did, I didn't mean to."
"What motel you staying at?"
Vegeta looked at her. "Estate, they don't have motels in Millennium Plains."
"Okay, what Estate?" Bulma importuned, getting a little annoyed with his growing arrogance.
Vegeta decided it was time to have some fun with his guest. "The Velchenzo Estate. I bet you know it." He mocked.
Bulma was growing even more irritated with his mocking tone. "Yeah, I peed in the fountain there once. Give me a break." She snapped back.
Vegeta glanced over at her once more; he was genuinely amused. It then hit him that she really was an attractive girl. "What's your name?" he had to ask.
Bulma smiled at him, the innocence leaving her face, replaced by the yearning of a professional prostitute. This was the line that usually got men erected at the sound of it, she wondered if it would work for this man. "What do you want it to be?"
Vegeta looked at her seriously. The innocence returned; she knew that she had failed.
"Bulma, my name's Bulma."
"Well then onna, you like being a hooker?" Vegeta asked.
Bulma looked over to him. "I just gave you my name, the least you could do is use it."
"Well onna?" Vegeta asked once more.
Bulma sighed; she would get no where with him. "It pays."
Vegeta shook his head at her response as if he were expecting her to say something else. "So do day jobs."
Bulma's once melodious voice went uncharacteristically sardonic. "Day jobs, yeah. I've tried them."
She paused, "Mind if I turn on some heat?" Bulma questioned trying to forget the previous topic.
Normally Vegeta would have been outraged at the formality of her question. Yet when it came to her, he let her be formal. He was sure that she didn't know who he was, how that was possible was beyond him, but he said nothing of it. "If you can figure it out, be my guest."
Bulma reached out as it were nothing, and turned on the heat.
Vegeta eyed her. Upon his drive down to Millennium Plains he had been rather cold. The Saiyan body longed for heat, and he had been at a shortage of it. Of course that went without saying up until the woman next to him had turned it on. He could feel his tail starting to loosen its hold on his waist, relaxing due to the newfound heat. Bulma's blue tail did the same and hung loosely at her thigh.
"Very good. You're obviously mechanical." Vegeta muttered teasingly.
That earned a laugh from Bulma. "You're not from this part of Vegetasei, huh?" She noted
"Barsalsalair."
Again, Bulma was awestruck, however this time she hid it. Even though she only went to school to the eleventh grade she knew that Barsalsalair was where the palace for Vegetasei's King and royal family was located. What the man next to her might be doing there was beyond her mind. No one that wasn't of royal blood, important, or married into royalty weren't allowed anywhere near Barsalsalair. She let his answer slide.
"This babe must corner like it's on rails." Bulma cogitated to herself.
"Excuse me?" Vegeta asked her, not understanding her comment.
"Don't it blow you mind?" Bulma asked in return. "This is only four cylinders."
"You know about cars, where did that come from?" Vegeta was interested. He had never met a female Saiyan who like cars, let alone had blue coloring. But for the moment he left that aside.
"Road and Track. The boys back home I grew up with. They were really into American heavy metal, Mustangs, Corvettes, they bought them cheep, they fixed them up, I paid attention."
"Where is this h-heavy metal home of yours." Vegeta stuttered as he tried to shift once more, the grinding noise was back.
"I think you left your transmission back there, you're not shifting right, this is a standard H."
"Standard H." Vegeta repeated. "Like I know what that means." Vegeta paused.
"How is it that you know so little about cars?" Bulma solicited.
Vegeta smiled. "My first car was a limousine." Was his casual reply.
A few moments of a silence passed them up before Vegeta asked, "Have you ever driven a Ferrari?"
Bulma shook her head. "I've never even been in one!" She exclaimed.
"Since you're in one you're about to start driving right now." Vegeta said to Bulma.
"You're joking." Bulma stuttered.
Vegeta shook his head. "No, it's the only way you'll get off of my coat." He said not wanting to admit that he could no longer drive the car.
Vegeta pulled the Ferrari to the curb and stopped waiting for Bulma to get out.
She got out and walked to his side of the car; Vegeta got out as well holding the door open for Bulma. Bulma noticed his chivalry and smiled, it was rare to find that those days. Bulma sat back in the leather seats of the car and took hold of the wheel while putting her feet on the pedals.
"Fasten your seat belt. I'm about to show you what this car can really do. Are you ready?"
"Hai."
"Hang on."
"Alright."
"Here we go."
Bulma stepped on the gas, taking off at 55 mph.
"This car has pedals like a race car so it's probably easier for a woman to drive. 'Cuz they have little feet, 'cept me I wear a size nine."
Vegeta nodded.
"Did you know that your foot is from your arm, to your elbow to your wrist?" She asked.
Vegeta shook his head this time. "No I didn't know that."
"There's a little bit a trivia for you."
"What kind of money you girls make these days?" Vegeta asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
Bulma's deep blue eyes bore into his ebony eyes for a moment. "Can't take less than a hundred dollars."
Vegeta said, "A hundred dollars a night?" It sounded reasonable.
Bulma decided that now it was her turn to have the fun. "For an hour."
Vegeta nearly laughed out loud. "You make a hundred dollars an hour and you got a safety pin holding your boot up? You're joking."
Bulma lively eyes grew serious. "I never joke about money."
Vegeta laughed. The irony was too much for him to handle. "Neither do I." He paused. "A hundred bucks an hour." He contemplated the thought. "That's pretty stiff."
Bulma reached across the seat and her hand found his large manhood. And to think that he wasn't even erect yet. "No, but it's got potential." Bulma teased.
Ten minutes later Bulma pulled up to a large white house with a multitude of windows and doors around it. She tried not to look too impressed as she stopped the car and got out. The estate that her companion was staying at really lovely. Thousands of tiny white lights sparkled along the walls of the Velchenzo Estate. Carefully placed spotlights illuminate brightly colored flags that are the flags of Vegetasei. The Ferrari screeched into the driveway and came to a jarring stop by the front door.
"Will you be needing the car again tonight, my lord?" A man asked taking the keys from Bulma's hands.
Bulma didn't ask as to why Vegeta was being treated in a manner so rich. She let that, like many of the other things that had happened that night, slide.
Vegeta chuckled. "I hope not."
He turned to Bulma who was lookin up at the building. "Ah, we're here." She said to him when she caught his deep black eyes looking at her.
"Yeah." Vegeta said not knowing what else she wanted.
"I guess I'll see you around." Bulma said with a hint of something that could have been sadness in her voice.
"Ja'ne." Vegeta said to Bulma who had turned her back on him. "Sure you'll be alright?" He called to her.
She turned almost immediately. "Hai, I'm going to catch a cab with my twenty bucks." Bulma said dimly, the fire in her voice had almost completely died.
Vegeta looked at her curiously. "Go back to your office, onna?"
This time, most likely the last time, Bulma let his comment of the use onna go past her. Although Bulma didn't know why, she laughed. "Hai, my office." She said through her laughs.
"Ja'ne." Vegeta said once more and then walked away.
"Ja!" Bulma called back to him.
Bulma saw him walk towards the door, she took that as her hint and she too walked away. Once a few feet from the estate and perched herself up top a rock to wait for a cab.
"No cabs?" Came a deep purr in her ear.
Bulma tried to control the shiver in her ear heading down her spine. She turned back to be eye to eye with none other than Vegeta himself. His nose touched hers, she shuttered once more. "N-no, I think it's late." Bulma replied not really knowing the time.
"Not really." Vegeta said pulling out a watch made out of gold and diamonds. "It's only 10:30, the Saiyan moon isn't even in effect yet." Vegeta noted.
Bulma nodded.
"Did you really say a hundred dollars an hour?" Vegeta requested from her.
"Hai." Bulma replied turning away from him. She didn't like their closeness, and if there was anything Chi-Chi had taught her it was not to get too close to a trick. It got too personal.
"Well onna, If you didn't have any prier engagements, I would be pleased if you could accompany me inside of the estate." Vegeta muttered lowly, so that only Bulma could hear.
"You got it!" She responded; the fire was back in her voice.
Bulma, as they walked, leaned closer to Vegeta's arm and nudged it forward. What's your name, lover?" She asked.
Vegeta replied indifferently. "Vegeta."
Bulma looked at him, his name was Vegeta. He was from Barsalsalair, heading to Millennium Plains, could it be that he was Prince Vegeta? She shook her head mostly to herself. It was impossible. Why would Prince Vegeta be interested in a girl like her, or in hookers in general.
"Nani?" Vegeta asked Bulma taking note that she was shaking her head.
"Nothing it's just that...Vegeta's my favorite name in the whole world."
Vegeta figured it was another one of her lines. "No?" He said trying to act shocked.
"This is fate Vegeta, that's what this is." She said brightly.
Vegeta glanced over Bulma's short skirt and tight shirt, accompanied by thigh-high boots. "Why don't you put this on?" Vegeta said referring to the large trench coat in his arms.
Bulma arched one of her perfectly sculpted blue eyebrows. "Why?"
Vegeta took it off of his arm and handed it to Bulma who was already to put it on. "You may feel more comfortable. This is not the kind of place that rents rooms by the hour."
Bulma tried not to sounds offended, she knew what she was, she knew the rest of the world would know what she was. The only thing was that she didn't like what she was, everyday it was a constant battle against the mirror that she couldn't win. Bulma sighed and looked at Vegeta. "Ah, you mean they don't have hookers."
Vegeta could hear the will hidden hurt in her voice. "Every place has hookers, onna, but if this Estate has hookers, they don't look like they're..." He paused.
Bulma smiled assuring him that he wouldn't' hurt her. "Off the boulevard." She completed.
"Exactly."
They both headed into the estate, past the doorman that would not take his eyes off of Bulma. Vegeta had to send him a glare that sent the poor doorman looking out into the street for the next hour.
As they walked in, Bulma was still tying the trench coat.
Bulma didn't like the way she looked in the over sized trench coat. "Great." She mumbled. "Now I took like a hooker in a trench coat."
She looked up, the sight before her caused her to stop in her tracks. The lobby of the estate shared by many men and women of high class Vegetasei was bright and spacious, filled with thick carved wood paneling. Even at this hour there was a great deal of activity. Several men in business suits and women in furs and jewels passed by Vegeta and a fidgeting Bulma.
"Holly shit." She gasped.
"It's ok." Vegeta tried not to laugh. "It'll be alright."
Bulma's face quickly concealed the sudden awe she felt at the sight of all this luxury. Bulma unceremoniously reached out and took Vegeta's arm as one of the women in a large mix coat eyed Vegeta hungrily. Bulma narrowed her eyes and looked up at Vegeta slightly. That was when she noticed that their height difference wasn't that dissimilar at all.
"Stop fidgeting, onna." Vegeta scolded.
Bulma tried to do what she was told.
Vegeta led them to a desk at the front of the lobby of the estate, before they could rise to his room he had some business to take care off.
"Do we have messages." He asked the woman behind the desk.
She nodded. "Hai we have several."
"Alright." Vegeta said in a tone that was in total contrast to what it had been with Bulma. "Would you send up some..." He paused to look at Bulma.
"What do you drink onna?" He questioned in the same tone he had used on the woman behind the desk.
Bulma narrowed her eyes at him. "Diet coke." If he was going to give off the impression that she was his bitch he was going to have a hard time at it.
He turned to the woman behind the desk once more. "Send up a bottle of crystal champagne."
Bulma wanted to have more of her fun. "Can I have some chips?" She asked opening the trench coat reviling her bare stomach.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at Bulma, hinting that he wanted no more of her games. "And a bowl of strawberries. Thank you."
The woman nodded. "Of course, sire." She picked up the phone as Bulma and Vegeta walked away. "Room service for Prince Vegeta..."
Vegeta guided Bulma across the lobby with one hand across her slender waist. They reached the elevators and waited until one came down.
Bulma looked around, there was an elderly couple standing behind them.
"Oh honey." Bulma muttered in a pout.
Vegeta looked curiously at her wondering what game she was going to play now.
"You know what's happened?" She asked Vegeta while placing her bare leg on a trashcan exposing her thigh. The elderly man's eyes now never left Bulma. "I think I've got a runner in my pantyhose." Bulma showed false displeasure.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed to slits once he got what she was trying to do. Duke Kensington was known for his lust of women and now that Bulma was fanning that fire, in front of his wife no less, it would mean trouble.
Once Vegeta's almost invisible eyes rested on Bulma, she got the hint and lowered her leg. "I'm not wearing pantyhose." Bulma laughed to the duke.
The elevator came up and Vegeta motioned for the duke and his wife to go in, not knowing that Bulma had gone in. The duchess shook her head and held the duke back.
"Well color me happy, there's a sofa in here for two." Bulma's happy reply came to everyone out of the elevator.
Vegeta looked in to find that Bulma was inside, with her leg rested above the sofa in the back of the elevator again showing her well formed legs. Vegeta growled.
Vegeta shook his head at the duke and duchess. "First time in an elevator." Vegeta muttered and followed Bulma into the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed before Vegeta, Bulma and the elevator operator, Bulma realized her mistake.
However before she could speak, the Operator was the one who spoke. "Evening, sir." He said to Vegeta.
"Good evening, penthouse." Responded Vegeta.
Then Vegeta turned to Bulma. Bulma smiled uneasily.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself." Bulma apologized.
"Try." Vegeta insisted.
"Penthouse." The operator said when the elevator came to a halt.
"The penthouse, Oooh." Bulma said when the golden color doors opened before her.
"To the left." Vegeta said upon noticing that she was heading to the right.
Vegeta and Bulma came out of the elevator into a hallway leading to a single doorway with two heavy wood doors. Vegeta pulled out his key and unlocked the doors. With a gentle push the door slid open in unison. Vegeta gestured for Bulma to go inside. She did so. Vegeta closed the doors behind her as soon as she entered the top room of the estate.
As Bulma stepped into the room she had the sensation of falling off the top of the building. In front of her was a sunken living room with massive windows revealing the sparkling lights of the city below. For the first time, she was speechless. Vegeta closed the door and walked past her down the steps to the living room. As he took a seat Bulma checked out the room.
Bulma made her way down the steps to the living room. She stared at the view.
Vegeta smirked, he knew that it wasn't every day that a girl like Bulma got to see such riches. Hell, she would be lucky if she lived all her life to see half of what she was seeing that night. "Impressed?" He teased.
Bulma was indeed impressed but she was not going to let Vegeta know that. Bulma laughed. "You kidding? I come here all the time. As a matter of fact they do rent this room by the hour.
Vegeta smiled. He sat back down in a comfortable chair and leaned back. Bulma looked at him.
Bulma walked up to him. "Well, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?" Bulma questioned sitting on the fax next to Vegeta.
Vegeta glanced at her. "Want to know something? I don't have a clue, onna. I hadn't planned this."
Bulma was perplexed. "Do you plan everything?"
Vegeta showed her a small smile. "Always."
"Yeah me too." She said.
Vegeta looked at her funny. "Actually no, I wouldn't say I was a planner. I'm more of a 'fly by the seat of my pants' gal. You know, moment to moment, that's me. Yeah that's me." Bulma said. She paused. "You know you could pay me, that's one way to sorta you know brake the ice."
"I assume cast is expectable." Vegeta said reaching for his wallet.
"Yeah cash works for me." Bulma said, her true smart-ass side was showing.
Although Vegeta didn't agree of this he said nothing; he was the one that had invited her up to the estate in the first place. He rose, took out his wallet. While standing over her, he dropped three crisp, new hundred-dollar bills in Bulma's lap. She picked up the bills, stared at them, trying not to be impressed. She put the money in her jacket. She realized that Vegeta is standing over her as if waiting.
She leaned forward, and reached out to unzip his pants. He abruptly turned away from Bulma. It wasn't that he didn't want her, oh no that wasn't the case. He simply felt as if he had to get to know her first. For some odd reason it felt wrong. He gathered it was because the moon wasn't out, his lust for her wasn't demanding, not like it should have been.
"Let's talk some more first."
Bulma was suddenly confused once more. "Right, talk."
"Everything doesn't have to be about sex you know, onna." Vegeta muttered to her taking a seat away from her. "The moon isn't even all the way in effect yet." Vegeta said to her.
Bulma tried to ignore it. So what if the Saiyan moon wasn't in effect, she still wanted him. But then again she knew that he was right because once the moon was in effect she wouldn't be able to stand not having him. That was one of the down sides of being Saiyan, or so Bulma thought. "So, Vegeta are you in town on business or pleasure?" She asked him brightly.
When Bulma looked up to see him he was loosening his shirt showing a large gold necklace around his neck. Bulma noticed it head on, it sort of looked like the crest of Vegetasei...
"Business I think." Vegeta replied taking Bulma out of her thoughts.
Bulma was back on the real world again. "Business you think. Well let me guess, that must make you a...lawyer.
"What makes you think I'm a lawyer?" Vegeta asked sitting back further in his chair putting out his legs on the coffee table before him.
Bulma showed him a small smile. "I dunno... you have that sharp, useless look about you."
Vegeta almost smiled as she took a seat before him again. "I bet you've known a lot of lawyers."
Bulma leaned forward to him. "I've known a lot of everybody."
A chime went off to indicate there was someone at the door. Instead it only scared Bulma to the point where she stood up right.
"W-what was that?" She asked frightened.
Vegeta replied, "Champagne." He leaned closer to Bulma until their noses touched once more.
He got even closer to her lip, wanting to capture her sweet cheer colored lips in his own. To take her with all the passion that was known to a Saiyan man from the day that he was born. Vegeta shook his head softly, he knew the moon was now in effect. He smirked, it wouldn't be long. But just as he was going to imprison Bulma's enthralling lips in his own mouth she moved back slightly, but enough to show she wanted no part of his kiss.
"I might as well make myself useful." Bulma said trying to should cheery. "Take a load off." She muttered to him putting her hand on his chest.
Vegeta sat back down. Bulma waltzed up the steps and unfastened the locks to the front door. A waiter came into the room with a silver cart; on it was a bucket of champagne and a covered bowl.
"Where would you like it?" He asked them both.
Bulma turned to Vegeta. "Where would we like it?"
Vegeta had again taken a different tone of voice. "Over by the bar." He replied roughly.
The Waiter carried it down the steps and set it in the middle of their mini bar. He turned and headed back up the stairs, however he paused near Bulma, staring. Bulma stared back at him with anger in her eyes.
Bulma put her hands on her hips. "What are you looking at?"
The waiter glanced away uncomfortably.
"What is he looking at?" Bulma asked turning to Vegeta.
Vegeta got up. "Oh hai, of course." Vegeta said taking a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and placing it inside the waiter's hand.
Once he had gotten what he wanted the waiter was gone from the room.
"OH! Tip, I messed that one up." Bulma said.
"Do you mind if I take my boots off?" Bulma asked after a minute of silence.
"Not at all." Vegeta replied.
Bulma looked at him, now it was time for the killer question. "You have a wife, girlfriend?
Vegeta gazed at Bulma. "I have both." Vegeta lifted the bottle out of the ice. He adroitly popped the cork on the bottle without losing a drop of champagne.
Bulma couldn't believe what he had said to her. "Where are they? Shopping together?"
Vegeta shook his head. "Kami knows they should be. They're both good at it."
Vegeta poured the champagne into a single long stemmed glass and handed it to Bulma. "My ex-wife, my promised, lives on Chikyuu, in a place they call London with my ex-dog. My ex-girlfriend is in Barsalsalair moving out of my manor even as we speak. Cheers." Vegeta said lifting a glass to Bulma. He drank from it, nodding approvingly.
Vegeta nodded once more. "It's a very good year." He said tasting the flavor of the champagne
Bulma acted as if she knew what he was talking about. "Oooh, thank Kami."
Vegeta laughed softly knowing that she most likely didn't know what he was talking about. She sipped it. To Bulma surprise, really liked the taste. Vegeta lifted the lid on a silver bowl to reveal a dozen enormous strawberries.
Vegeta brought it to Bulma. "Try a strawberry."
Bulma looked untrustingly at him and the bowl. "Why?"
Vegeta knew that she didn't trust him, maybe she thought that he was trying to seduce her. "Because they bring out the flavor of the champagne, onna."
That was when Bulma's thoughts were confirmed. "Kami, you act like you're seducing some Valley girl you picked up in a dance club." Bulma paused. "I'm on an hourly rate, so can we just move it along."
This earned a full-blown laugh from Vegeta. "Somehow I'm senescing this time thing is a major issue for you. Let cut through that right now."
That was what Bulma wanted to hear. With the good year of the champagne, and the moon taking over her lust for him, Bulma couldn't stand it. Her want for him was almost maddening. "Alright let's get started."
"Onna, how much to put up with me for the entire night?" Vegeta asked.
Bulma was frightened for a moment. "Me? Stay here? For the entire night? You couldn't afford it." She replied.
Vegeta knew she was trying to get her money's worth out of him. He decided that this was a game that he could play, for the time being. "Try me."
Bulma's sexy smile started to dance on her face as her eyes sparkled, she had turned her charm on. Bulma's lips even moved seductively as she spoke. "Three hundred."
Vegeta didn't know what it was but at the moment Bulma looked good enough to eat. "Fine." He gave into her, not knowing if he could have said no to her even if he had wanted to.
She slowly ate a strawberry, licking the sides, teasing him with it. The juice of it stained her lips. Her eyes are like smoke as she took a very heavy and a very sensuous sip of champagne, and licked away the stain of the strawberry. Vegeta eyes never left her.
Vegeta kneeled down next to her. "You really are beautiful, onna." He said softly.
Bulma's voice turned husky. "Who would have thought that you were just a romantic?" She asked to herself.
Vegeta didn't answer all he could think about was how her mouth was so wet and inviting...he leaned closer. Vegeta was inches away, the moon was in full effect, Bulma was in the palm of his hand and the champagne had gotten to her. Then just as he was about to kiss her a hand was on his lips instead of her lips.
"Not on the lips." Bulma said softly.
He froze. Bulma then simply pulled his head down to her breasts. "Work with that." She muttered.
And he did. But all he could think about was why Bulma wasn't going to kiss him. Yet in a matter of minutes that was the last thing on his mind, as they both worked their way from the living room floor to the bed in the master bedroom. Once on the bed all he could then think about was making love to the lovely Saiyan woman under him, and making her his.
Vegeta and Bulma on the bed with Vegeta on his back, his shoulder and head resting against the headboard. Bulma was straddling him, hands resting on his chest, rocking, in control, confident. It was very much like the fire she's kindled in his eyes.
Vegeta flipped her on her back when he had had enough of her being in control, not that he minded. With one hand he worked magic all over her, with the other he softly touched her face. "What do you like?"
Bulma laughed. "If I want you to turn me on I'll pay you three hundred. Just lay back and let me drive."
Smiling, Bulma reached behind her, touching him. He tried not to groan; however his lips failed him. She was moving faster then. Vegeta suddenly pulls her violently to him; he rolled her over. Now it was pay back time. The last thing he remembered was sinking his teeth on her shoulder, then they climaxed in unison and then the night was all theirs. Needless to say, the Saiyan moon hung proudly in the sky, a deep red ring around it, as it work it's ministrations on millions of Saiyans that night. However, only two of them were bonded together for eternity.
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Pretty Onna. Chapter Three
Once the expensive Ferrari was traveling down the crowded streets of the night, thankfully away from the danger that would have surly devoured Bulma, the blue haired Saiyan sighed. Bulma felt she had the need to make conversation. "Nice car; yours?" She asked the man besides her casually.
Vegeta as he pulverized the gears together; he winced. "No."
Bulma smiled. "Stolen?"
Vegeta looked questioningly at her. "Not exactly."
There was a shadow of a smile on his usually hardened face after his reply to the younger Saiyan. Vegeta didn't know why but this girl, this young woman, brought a smile to his face. She was a certain kind of joy that his life lacked. Vegeta figured that even though they were probably never going to see each other once more that this young Saiyan woman could teach him many things. If only they had the time.
"Now must not be the greatest time to be a hooker." Vegeta ruminated mostly to himself.
Bulma shook her head even if she agreed with what Vegeta was saying. "No, I use condoms. Always. And I get checked out once a month at the free clinic. Not only am I better in the sack than an amateur, I'm probably safer."
Vegeta laughed a little the continued to tease Bulma. "I like that, that's very good. You ought to have that printed up on your business card."
Bulma paused for a moment. "If you're making fun of me, I don't like it."
Before Vegeta could stop himself he was apologizing. "Gomen. If I did, I didn't mean to."
"What motel you staying at?"
Vegeta looked at her. "Estate, they don't have motels in Millennium Plains."
"Okay, what Estate?" Bulma importuned, getting a little annoyed with his growing arrogance.
Vegeta decided it was time to have some fun with his guest. "The Velchenzo Estate. I bet you know it." He mocked.
Bulma was growing even more irritated with his mocking tone. "Yeah, I peed in the fountain there once. Give me a break." She snapped back.
Vegeta glanced over at her once more; he was genuinely amused. It then hit him that she really was an attractive girl. "What's your name?" he had to ask.
Bulma smiled at him, the innocence leaving her face, replaced by the yearning of a professional prostitute. This was the line that usually got men erected at the sound of it, she wondered if it would work for this man. "What do you want it to be?"
Vegeta looked at her seriously. The innocence returned; she knew that she had failed.
"Bulma, my name's Bulma."
"Well then onna, you like being a hooker?" Vegeta asked.
Bulma looked over to him. "I just gave you my name, the least you could do is use it."
"Well onna?" Vegeta asked once more.
Bulma sighed; she would get no where with him. "It pays."
Vegeta shook his head at her response as if he were expecting her to say something else. "So do day jobs."
Bulma's once melodious voice went uncharacteristically sardonic. "Day jobs, yeah. I've tried them."
She paused, "Mind if I turn on some heat?" Bulma questioned trying to forget the previous topic.
Normally Vegeta would have been outraged at the formality of her question. Yet when it came to her, he let her be formal. He was sure that she didn't know who he was, how that was possible was beyond him, but he said nothing of it. "If you can figure it out, be my guest."
Bulma reached out as it were nothing, and turned on the heat.
Vegeta eyed her. Upon his drive down to Millennium Plains he had been rather cold. The Saiyan body longed for heat, and he had been at a shortage of it. Of course that went without saying up until the woman next to him had turned it on. He could feel his tail starting to loosen its hold on his waist, relaxing due to the newfound heat. Bulma's blue tail did the same and hung loosely at her thigh.
"Very good. You're obviously mechanical." Vegeta muttered teasingly.
That earned a laugh from Bulma. "You're not from this part of Vegetasei, huh?" She noted
"Barsalsalair."
Again, Bulma was awestruck, however this time she hid it. Even though she only went to school to the eleventh grade she knew that Barsalsalair was where the palace for Vegetasei's King and royal family was located. What the man next to her might be doing there was beyond her mind. No one that wasn't of royal blood, important, or married into royalty weren't allowed anywhere near Barsalsalair. She let his answer slide.
"This babe must corner like it's on rails." Bulma cogitated to herself.
"Excuse me?" Vegeta asked her, not understanding her comment.
"Don't it blow you mind?" Bulma asked in return. "This is only four cylinders."
"You know about cars, where did that come from?" Vegeta was interested. He had never met a female Saiyan who like cars, let alone had blue coloring. But for the moment he left that aside.
"Road and Track. The boys back home I grew up with. They were really into American heavy metal, Mustangs, Corvettes, they bought them cheep, they fixed them up, I paid attention."
"Where is this h-heavy metal home of yours." Vegeta stuttered as he tried to shift once more, the grinding noise was back.
"I think you left your transmission back there, you're not shifting right, this is a standard H."
"Standard H." Vegeta repeated. "Like I know what that means." Vegeta paused.
"How is it that you know so little about cars?" Bulma solicited.
Vegeta smiled. "My first car was a limousine." Was his casual reply.
A few moments of a silence passed them up before Vegeta asked, "Have you ever driven a Ferrari?"
Bulma shook her head. "I've never even been in one!" She exclaimed.
"Since you're in one you're about to start driving right now." Vegeta said to Bulma.
"You're joking." Bulma stuttered.
Vegeta shook his head. "No, it's the only way you'll get off of my coat." He said not wanting to admit that he could no longer drive the car.
Vegeta pulled the Ferrari to the curb and stopped waiting for Bulma to get out.
She got out and walked to his side of the car; Vegeta got out as well holding the door open for Bulma. Bulma noticed his chivalry and smiled, it was rare to find that those days. Bulma sat back in the leather seats of the car and took hold of the wheel while putting her feet on the pedals.
"Fasten your seat belt. I'm about to show you what this car can really do. Are you ready?"
"Hai."
"Hang on."
"Alright."
"Here we go."
Bulma stepped on the gas, taking off at 55 mph.
"This car has pedals like a race car so it's probably easier for a woman to drive. 'Cuz they have little feet, 'cept me I wear a size nine."
Vegeta nodded.
"Did you know that your foot is from your arm, to your elbow to your wrist?" She asked.
Vegeta shook his head this time. "No I didn't know that."
"There's a little bit a trivia for you."
"What kind of money you girls make these days?" Vegeta asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
Bulma's deep blue eyes bore into his ebony eyes for a moment. "Can't take less than a hundred dollars."
Vegeta said, "A hundred dollars a night?" It sounded reasonable.
Bulma decided that now it was her turn to have the fun. "For an hour."
Vegeta nearly laughed out loud. "You make a hundred dollars an hour and you got a safety pin holding your boot up? You're joking."
Bulma lively eyes grew serious. "I never joke about money."
Vegeta laughed. The irony was too much for him to handle. "Neither do I." He paused. "A hundred bucks an hour." He contemplated the thought. "That's pretty stiff."
Bulma reached across the seat and her hand found his large manhood. And to think that he wasn't even erect yet. "No, but it's got potential." Bulma teased.
Ten minutes later Bulma pulled up to a large white house with a multitude of windows and doors around it. She tried not to look too impressed as she stopped the car and got out. The estate that her companion was staying at really lovely. Thousands of tiny white lights sparkled along the walls of the Velchenzo Estate. Carefully placed spotlights illuminate brightly colored flags that are the flags of Vegetasei. The Ferrari screeched into the driveway and came to a jarring stop by the front door.
"Will you be needing the car again tonight, my lord?" A man asked taking the keys from Bulma's hands.
Bulma didn't ask as to why Vegeta was being treated in a manner so rich. She let that, like many of the other things that had happened that night, slide.
Vegeta chuckled. "I hope not."
He turned to Bulma who was lookin up at the building. "Ah, we're here." She said to him when she caught his deep black eyes looking at her.
"Yeah." Vegeta said not knowing what else she wanted.
"I guess I'll see you around." Bulma said with a hint of something that could have been sadness in her voice.
"Ja'ne." Vegeta said to Bulma who had turned her back on him. "Sure you'll be alright?" He called to her.
She turned almost immediately. "Hai, I'm going to catch a cab with my twenty bucks." Bulma said dimly, the fire in her voice had almost completely died.
Vegeta looked at her curiously. "Go back to your office, onna?"
This time, most likely the last time, Bulma let his comment of the use onna go past her. Although Bulma didn't know why, she laughed. "Hai, my office." She said through her laughs.
"Ja'ne." Vegeta said once more and then walked away.
"Ja!" Bulma called back to him.
Bulma saw him walk towards the door, she took that as her hint and she too walked away. Once a few feet from the estate and perched herself up top a rock to wait for a cab.
"No cabs?" Came a deep purr in her ear.
Bulma tried to control the shiver in her ear heading down her spine. She turned back to be eye to eye with none other than Vegeta himself. His nose touched hers, she shuttered once more. "N-no, I think it's late." Bulma replied not really knowing the time.
"Not really." Vegeta said pulling out a watch made out of gold and diamonds. "It's only 10:30, the Saiyan moon isn't even in effect yet." Vegeta noted.
Bulma nodded.
"Did you really say a hundred dollars an hour?" Vegeta requested from her.
"Hai." Bulma replied turning away from him. She didn't like their closeness, and if there was anything Chi-Chi had taught her it was not to get too close to a trick. It got too personal.
"Well onna, If you didn't have any prier engagements, I would be pleased if you could accompany me inside of the estate." Vegeta muttered lowly, so that only Bulma could hear.
"You got it!" She responded; the fire was back in her voice.
Bulma, as they walked, leaned closer to Vegeta's arm and nudged it forward. What's your name, lover?" She asked.
Vegeta replied indifferently. "Vegeta."
Bulma looked at him, his name was Vegeta. He was from Barsalsalair, heading to Millennium Plains, could it be that he was Prince Vegeta? She shook her head mostly to herself. It was impossible. Why would Prince Vegeta be interested in a girl like her, or in hookers in general.
"Nani?" Vegeta asked Bulma taking note that she was shaking her head.
"Nothing it's just that...Vegeta's my favorite name in the whole world."
Vegeta figured it was another one of her lines. "No?" He said trying to act shocked.
"This is fate Vegeta, that's what this is." She said brightly.
Vegeta glanced over Bulma's short skirt and tight shirt, accompanied by thigh-high boots. "Why don't you put this on?" Vegeta said referring to the large trench coat in his arms.
Bulma arched one of her perfectly sculpted blue eyebrows. "Why?"
Vegeta took it off of his arm and handed it to Bulma who was already to put it on. "You may feel more comfortable. This is not the kind of place that rents rooms by the hour."
Bulma tried not to sounds offended, she knew what she was, she knew the rest of the world would know what she was. The only thing was that she didn't like what she was, everyday it was a constant battle against the mirror that she couldn't win. Bulma sighed and looked at Vegeta. "Ah, you mean they don't have hookers."
Vegeta could hear the will hidden hurt in her voice. "Every place has hookers, onna, but if this Estate has hookers, they don't look like they're..." He paused.
Bulma smiled assuring him that he wouldn't' hurt her. "Off the boulevard." She completed.
"Exactly."
They both headed into the estate, past the doorman that would not take his eyes off of Bulma. Vegeta had to send him a glare that sent the poor doorman looking out into the street for the next hour.
As they walked in, Bulma was still tying the trench coat.
Bulma didn't like the way she looked in the over sized trench coat. "Great." She mumbled. "Now I took like a hooker in a trench coat."
She looked up, the sight before her caused her to stop in her tracks. The lobby of the estate shared by many men and women of high class Vegetasei was bright and spacious, filled with thick carved wood paneling. Even at this hour there was a great deal of activity. Several men in business suits and women in furs and jewels passed by Vegeta and a fidgeting Bulma.
"Holly shit." She gasped.
"It's ok." Vegeta tried not to laugh. "It'll be alright."
Bulma's face quickly concealed the sudden awe she felt at the sight of all this luxury. Bulma unceremoniously reached out and took Vegeta's arm as one of the women in a large mix coat eyed Vegeta hungrily. Bulma narrowed her eyes and looked up at Vegeta slightly. That was when she noticed that their height difference wasn't that dissimilar at all.
"Stop fidgeting, onna." Vegeta scolded.
Bulma tried to do what she was told.
Vegeta led them to a desk at the front of the lobby of the estate, before they could rise to his room he had some business to take care off.
"Do we have messages." He asked the woman behind the desk.
She nodded. "Hai we have several."
"Alright." Vegeta said in a tone that was in total contrast to what it had been with Bulma. "Would you send up some..." He paused to look at Bulma.
"What do you drink onna?" He questioned in the same tone he had used on the woman behind the desk.
Bulma narrowed her eyes at him. "Diet coke." If he was going to give off the impression that she was his bitch he was going to have a hard time at it.
He turned to the woman behind the desk once more. "Send up a bottle of crystal champagne."
Bulma wanted to have more of her fun. "Can I have some chips?" She asked opening the trench coat reviling her bare stomach.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at Bulma, hinting that he wanted no more of her games. "And a bowl of strawberries. Thank you."
The woman nodded. "Of course, sire." She picked up the phone as Bulma and Vegeta walked away. "Room service for Prince Vegeta..."
Vegeta guided Bulma across the lobby with one hand across her slender waist. They reached the elevators and waited until one came down.
Bulma looked around, there was an elderly couple standing behind them.
"Oh honey." Bulma muttered in a pout.
Vegeta looked curiously at her wondering what game she was going to play now.
"You know what's happened?" She asked Vegeta while placing her bare leg on a trashcan exposing her thigh. The elderly man's eyes now never left Bulma. "I think I've got a runner in my pantyhose." Bulma showed false displeasure.
Vegeta's eyes narrowed to slits once he got what she was trying to do. Duke Kensington was known for his lust of women and now that Bulma was fanning that fire, in front of his wife no less, it would mean trouble.
Once Vegeta's almost invisible eyes rested on Bulma, she got the hint and lowered her leg. "I'm not wearing pantyhose." Bulma laughed to the duke.
The elevator came up and Vegeta motioned for the duke and his wife to go in, not knowing that Bulma had gone in. The duchess shook her head and held the duke back.
"Well color me happy, there's a sofa in here for two." Bulma's happy reply came to everyone out of the elevator.
Vegeta looked in to find that Bulma was inside, with her leg rested above the sofa in the back of the elevator again showing her well formed legs. Vegeta growled.
Vegeta shook his head at the duke and duchess. "First time in an elevator." Vegeta muttered and followed Bulma into the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed before Vegeta, Bulma and the elevator operator, Bulma realized her mistake.
However before she could speak, the Operator was the one who spoke. "Evening, sir." He said to Vegeta.
"Good evening, penthouse." Responded Vegeta.
Then Vegeta turned to Bulma. Bulma smiled uneasily.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself." Bulma apologized.
"Try." Vegeta insisted.
"Penthouse." The operator said when the elevator came to a halt.
"The penthouse, Oooh." Bulma said when the golden color doors opened before her.
"To the left." Vegeta said upon noticing that she was heading to the right.
Vegeta and Bulma came out of the elevator into a hallway leading to a single doorway with two heavy wood doors. Vegeta pulled out his key and unlocked the doors. With a gentle push the door slid open in unison. Vegeta gestured for Bulma to go inside. She did so. Vegeta closed the doors behind her as soon as she entered the top room of the estate.
As Bulma stepped into the room she had the sensation of falling off the top of the building. In front of her was a sunken living room with massive windows revealing the sparkling lights of the city below. For the first time, she was speechless. Vegeta closed the door and walked past her down the steps to the living room. As he took a seat Bulma checked out the room.
Bulma made her way down the steps to the living room. She stared at the view.
Vegeta smirked, he knew that it wasn't every day that a girl like Bulma got to see such riches. Hell, she would be lucky if she lived all her life to see half of what she was seeing that night. "Impressed?" He teased.
Bulma was indeed impressed but she was not going to let Vegeta know that. Bulma laughed. "You kidding? I come here all the time. As a matter of fact they do rent this room by the hour.
Vegeta smiled. He sat back down in a comfortable chair and leaned back. Bulma looked at him.
Bulma walked up to him. "Well, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?" Bulma questioned sitting on the fax next to Vegeta.
Vegeta glanced at her. "Want to know something? I don't have a clue, onna. I hadn't planned this."
Bulma was perplexed. "Do you plan everything?"
Vegeta showed her a small smile. "Always."
"Yeah me too." She said.
Vegeta looked at her funny. "Actually no, I wouldn't say I was a planner. I'm more of a 'fly by the seat of my pants' gal. You know, moment to moment, that's me. Yeah that's me." Bulma said. She paused. "You know you could pay me, that's one way to sorta you know brake the ice."
"I assume cast is expectable." Vegeta said reaching for his wallet.
"Yeah cash works for me." Bulma said, her true smart-ass side was showing.
Although Vegeta didn't agree of this he said nothing; he was the one that had invited her up to the estate in the first place. He rose, took out his wallet. While standing over her, he dropped three crisp, new hundred-dollar bills in Bulma's lap. She picked up the bills, stared at them, trying not to be impressed. She put the money in her jacket. She realized that Vegeta is standing over her as if waiting.
She leaned forward, and reached out to unzip his pants. He abruptly turned away from Bulma. It wasn't that he didn't want her, oh no that wasn't the case. He simply felt as if he had to get to know her first. For some odd reason it felt wrong. He gathered it was because the moon wasn't out, his lust for her wasn't demanding, not like it should have been.
"Let's talk some more first."
Bulma was suddenly confused once more. "Right, talk."
"Everything doesn't have to be about sex you know, onna." Vegeta muttered to her taking a seat away from her. "The moon isn't even all the way in effect yet." Vegeta said to her.
Bulma tried to ignore it. So what if the Saiyan moon wasn't in effect, she still wanted him. But then again she knew that he was right because once the moon was in effect she wouldn't be able to stand not having him. That was one of the down sides of being Saiyan, or so Bulma thought. "So, Vegeta are you in town on business or pleasure?" She asked him brightly.
When Bulma looked up to see him he was loosening his shirt showing a large gold necklace around his neck. Bulma noticed it head on, it sort of looked like the crest of Vegetasei...
"Business I think." Vegeta replied taking Bulma out of her thoughts.
Bulma was back on the real world again. "Business you think. Well let me guess, that must make you a...lawyer.
"What makes you think I'm a lawyer?" Vegeta asked sitting back further in his chair putting out his legs on the coffee table before him.
Bulma showed him a small smile. "I dunno... you have that sharp, useless look about you."
Vegeta almost smiled as she took a seat before him again. "I bet you've known a lot of lawyers."
Bulma leaned forward to him. "I've known a lot of everybody."
A chime went off to indicate there was someone at the door. Instead it only scared Bulma to the point where she stood up right.
"W-what was that?" She asked frightened.
Vegeta replied, "Champagne." He leaned closer to Bulma until their noses touched once more.
He got even closer to her lip, wanting to capture her sweet cheer colored lips in his own. To take her with all the passion that was known to a Saiyan man from the day that he was born. Vegeta shook his head softly, he knew the moon was now in effect. He smirked, it wouldn't be long. But just as he was going to imprison Bulma's enthralling lips in his own mouth she moved back slightly, but enough to show she wanted no part of his kiss.
"I might as well make myself useful." Bulma said trying to should cheery. "Take a load off." She muttered to him putting her hand on his chest.
Vegeta sat back down. Bulma waltzed up the steps and unfastened the locks to the front door. A waiter came into the room with a silver cart; on it was a bucket of champagne and a covered bowl.
"Where would you like it?" He asked them both.
Bulma turned to Vegeta. "Where would we like it?"
Vegeta had again taken a different tone of voice. "Over by the bar." He replied roughly.
The Waiter carried it down the steps and set it in the middle of their mini bar. He turned and headed back up the stairs, however he paused near Bulma, staring. Bulma stared back at him with anger in her eyes.
Bulma put her hands on her hips. "What are you looking at?"
The waiter glanced away uncomfortably.
"What is he looking at?" Bulma asked turning to Vegeta.
Vegeta got up. "Oh hai, of course." Vegeta said taking a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and placing it inside the waiter's hand.
Once he had gotten what he wanted the waiter was gone from the room.
"OH! Tip, I messed that one up." Bulma said.
"Do you mind if I take my boots off?" Bulma asked after a minute of silence.
"Not at all." Vegeta replied.
Bulma looked at him, now it was time for the killer question. "You have a wife, girlfriend?
Vegeta gazed at Bulma. "I have both." Vegeta lifted the bottle out of the ice. He adroitly popped the cork on the bottle without losing a drop of champagne.
Bulma couldn't believe what he had said to her. "Where are they? Shopping together?"
Vegeta shook his head. "Kami knows they should be. They're both good at it."
Vegeta poured the champagne into a single long stemmed glass and handed it to Bulma. "My ex-wife, my promised, lives on Chikyuu, in a place they call London with my ex-dog. My ex-girlfriend is in Barsalsalair moving out of my manor even as we speak. Cheers." Vegeta said lifting a glass to Bulma. He drank from it, nodding approvingly.
Vegeta nodded once more. "It's a very good year." He said tasting the flavor of the champagne
Bulma acted as if she knew what he was talking about. "Oooh, thank Kami."
Vegeta laughed softly knowing that she most likely didn't know what he was talking about. She sipped it. To Bulma surprise, really liked the taste. Vegeta lifted the lid on a silver bowl to reveal a dozen enormous strawberries.
Vegeta brought it to Bulma. "Try a strawberry."
Bulma looked untrustingly at him and the bowl. "Why?"
Vegeta knew that she didn't trust him, maybe she thought that he was trying to seduce her. "Because they bring out the flavor of the champagne, onna."
That was when Bulma's thoughts were confirmed. "Kami, you act like you're seducing some Valley girl you picked up in a dance club." Bulma paused. "I'm on an hourly rate, so can we just move it along."
This earned a full-blown laugh from Vegeta. "Somehow I'm senescing this time thing is a major issue for you. Let cut through that right now."
That was what Bulma wanted to hear. With the good year of the champagne, and the moon taking over her lust for him, Bulma couldn't stand it. Her want for him was almost maddening. "Alright let's get started."
"Onna, how much to put up with me for the entire night?" Vegeta asked.
Bulma was frightened for a moment. "Me? Stay here? For the entire night? You couldn't afford it." She replied.
Vegeta knew she was trying to get her money's worth out of him. He decided that this was a game that he could play, for the time being. "Try me."
Bulma's sexy smile started to dance on her face as her eyes sparkled, she had turned her charm on. Bulma's lips even moved seductively as she spoke. "Three hundred."
Vegeta didn't know what it was but at the moment Bulma looked good enough to eat. "Fine." He gave into her, not knowing if he could have said no to her even if he had wanted to.
She slowly ate a strawberry, licking the sides, teasing him with it. The juice of it stained her lips. Her eyes are like smoke as she took a very heavy and a very sensuous sip of champagne, and licked away the stain of the strawberry. Vegeta eyes never left her.
Vegeta kneeled down next to her. "You really are beautiful, onna." He said softly.
Bulma's voice turned husky. "Who would have thought that you were just a romantic?" She asked to herself.
Vegeta didn't answer all he could think about was how her mouth was so wet and inviting...he leaned closer. Vegeta was inches away, the moon was in full effect, Bulma was in the palm of his hand and the champagne had gotten to her. Then just as he was about to kiss her a hand was on his lips instead of her lips.
"Not on the lips." Bulma said softly.
He froze. Bulma then simply pulled his head down to her breasts. "Work with that." She muttered.
And he did. But all he could think about was why Bulma wasn't going to kiss him. Yet in a matter of minutes that was the last thing on his mind, as they both worked their way from the living room floor to the bed in the master bedroom. Once on the bed all he could then think about was making love to the lovely Saiyan woman under him, and making her his.
Vegeta and Bulma on the bed with Vegeta on his back, his shoulder and head resting against the headboard. Bulma was straddling him, hands resting on his chest, rocking, in control, confident. It was very much like the fire she's kindled in his eyes.
Vegeta flipped her on her back when he had had enough of her being in control, not that he minded. With one hand he worked magic all over her, with the other he softly touched her face. "What do you like?"
Bulma laughed. "If I want you to turn me on I'll pay you three hundred. Just lay back and let me drive."
Smiling, Bulma reached behind her, touching him. He tried not to groan; however his lips failed him. She was moving faster then. Vegeta suddenly pulls her violently to him; he rolled her over. Now it was pay back time. The last thing he remembered was sinking his teeth on her shoulder, then they climaxed in unison and then the night was all theirs. Needless to say, the Saiyan moon hung proudly in the sky, a deep red ring around it, as it work it's ministrations on millions of Saiyans that night. However, only two of them were bonded together for eternity.
~*~ So how was it? Sorry but no lemon, yet. Please R&R!!!