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Happy reading!
~LadyB
Pretty Onna. Chapter Four
Later that night, after making love to the onna four times, Vegeta was standing in the shower letting the hot water beat on his tan skin. As the near scalding sprayed over Vegeta's body, he couldn't help but think about the blue-haired onna that lay in his bed sore from their lovemaking. The heavy spray of water coming down upon Vegeta grew larger as he turned the water even hotter, his Saiyan blood demanding heat. He stood there, quietly letting it wash over him. He turned off the shower, stepped out of the stall, and picked up a towel to dry himself.
Once Vegeta was out of the shower and back into his master bedroom, Vegeta couldn't help but stare at the floor. His expensive clothes were on the floor, haphazardly dropped everywhere. Bulma's clothes, as tattered as they were, were neatly folded and piled on a chair. The incongruity of it touched Vegeta in a sad way. He looked toward the bed. Bulma was fast asleep. He was glad that the moon's effect was gone. All he wanted to do then was watch her, watch her as her chest rose and fell with every breath she took, and watch her as she slept and dreamt of riches to come. Her heavy makeup has long since been rubbed off. Asleep, her wary, smart-ass attitude was gone. She looked like a sweet, gentle girl. He stared at her a moment longer. He turned, and went into the living room.
When Vegeta walked out of the room Bulma opened her eyes. Through the open door she saw Vegeta sitting in the living room chair. He was reading contracts. Vegeta felt something in him stir as Bulma's eyes watched him, but before the feel got too deep, he looked away. Bulma smiled sadly to herself and lay back onto the pillows. Slowly letting the welcoming warmth of sleep talking over her.
The next morning the elevator doors opened at the penthouse reviling a waiter who was rolling a cart out into the hallway. He took it to the doors of the penthouse. He rang the bell.
Vegeta looked up from the contracts before him from the night before. He rubbed his eyes together and then he said, "It's open."
The waiter wheeled in a table of food, coffee, champagne and orange juice. Vegeta dressed in suit pants, white shirt and suspenders, stood in the living room talking into a cordless phone this time, the contracts long forgotten. Vegeta pointed the waiter to the dining table.
Vegeta turned his attention back into the phone. "Gomen, go ahead." Napa was on the other end.
NAPA sat behind a desk in room at his mansion with a phone in his hand. "Draymen Heux knows we're after their planet. The president wants to talk with you. I don't think you should."
Vegeta shook his head on his end of the line. "I want to."
Napa sighed heavily at his prince's settlement. "My prince Vegeta, if the three of us sit down together we might as well announce our plans to everyone else!" Napa protested.
Vegeta still wasn't changing his mind. He said, "I'll see him alone. Everyone knows you're my muscle. We'll make it social. Tell the president of Draymen Heux I'll meet him for dinner. Tonight if you can arrange it."
"You shouldn't go alone. He might claim that you tried to black mail him." Napa insisted.
"Listen fool, we're only trying to buy their planet, not the damn Mafia. I'll see you in the office. By the way, about your car..." Vegeta trailed off.
Napa paled and his voice went worried. "Oh, Kami, what?"
"It corners like it's on rails." Vegeta said then planned on hanging up.
"No, prince, prince, what does that mean? Prince?"
After hearing Napa's worried statement Vegeta hung up the phone. He poured a glass of orange juice and took a sip, thinking. Something stirred inside of him; it made him turn. When he turned there was Bulma, wearing terry robe, she was standing uncertainly in the bedroom doorway.
Vegeta glanced at her, trying to be aloof about it. "Good morning, onna."
Bulma suddenly looked flustered. "You didn't wake me. I can see you're really busy, I'll be out of here in a minute." She said hastily.
Vegeta wondered why she was in such a hurry to leave the Estate. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to go. "No hurry. Would you like some breakfast?" Asked Vegeta, motioning to the vast amount of food on the table.
Bulma was hungry and the breakfast did look great. She smiled at Vegeta. "Only if you do."
As he is serving them both a plate of something to eat Vegeta asks her, "Did you sleep well?"
Bulma held in a laugh while biting down on a piece of toast. "Yeah. Too good. I forgot where I was." Admitted a slightly humiliated Bulma.
Again Vegeta took in the light and joy that she brought to his stuffy surroundings. "Occupational hazard?"
Bulma glared at him sharply, then when she saw that he meant no offense, she relaxed. "Yeah." She responded somewhat submissively. Then she asked him, "Where'd you sleep?"
Vegeta set down hi cup. "I took the couch. I had some work to do." Then for a reason he was hesitant about something. "About last night..."
Bulma sent Vegeta a sexy little half smirk. "Oooh, Baby, you were the best. I was beside myself."
Vegeta smirked back. "Mmm, I could tell."
Bulma shook her head and looked pensive for a moment "I just hope it was worth three hundred bucks.
She saw Vegeta nod. "I'd say you give a good dollar value."
For a quick moment they shared a small smile. Then they ate their breakfast. Vegeta took a sip of his drink and sent it down, casting his look over to Bulma once again. "Do you ever...enjoy it onna?"
Bulma glanced up. "I like guys if that's what you're asking. Not that I trust them is all." She responded to what she thought was his real question, and it was.
"No? Why's that?" He asked.
Bulma smiled at him, he might have been a great-looking person but she was not going to tell him her personal matters. She mimicked, "Occupational hazard."
There passed a moment. Vegeta chuckled at her unadorned wit. Bulma grinned back at him.
Bulma set her food down. "So what do you do, Vegeta. I know you're not a lawyer."
Vegeta laughed mostly to himself. "That's right onna." He paused and looked around. "I buy planets."
Bulma's sapphire eye bulged. "Nani?" She took a breath of air. "No shit, they expensive?"
Vegeta almost smiled at her surprise. "The one I'm buying this week will cost around 150 billion."
Bulma was silent, as if waiting for him to say something more. Finally she spoke, "...Dollars?
Vegeta nodded. Yes.
"Wow! That is expensive!" She squealed.
Vegeta decided then that it was time that he told his guest what was really going on with him. After all, he couldn't have hid it very much longer anyway. "Not to me?"
Bulma scowled at his arrogance. "Why? Because you're some rich freak?" She mocked.
"No, onna." Vegeta replied not in the least bit angry.
Bulma took a glass cup off of the table and walked to the balcony slowly sipping on it contents. "Then why?"
"Because, onna, I am the prince of Vegetasei."
Bulma dropped her glass cup and stopped walking all together. She gradually, as if afraid to look, turned to Vegeta. He smirked at her, in his hand he held the thick gold chain he had the other night. Now that it was out in the open she realized that it was indeed the crest of Vegetasei. Bulma felt faint.
"B-but...why m-me?" She asked, her knees threatening to fall.
Vegeta got up and walked to his room. On his way he led Bulma to a chair. "Onna, I own this planet. In it I do what I wish."
With that he walked into his room and Bulma fell back on the leather of the chair. She sighed. All of this time, all of those insults, even that night of passion they had spent together, were directed to Prince Vegeta himself...
An hour later when Bulma decided it was time to pay her prince a visit he was in his room standing in the closet fresh out of the shower. Bulma leaned up against the doorframe; the closet door was open. Vegeta reached for a tie. In the closet there were about a dozen expensive looking suits, shirts, shoes, and many other items of clothing. Bulma finally took a step inside.
"So what do ya do with the planets once you buy them?" She asked upon her entrance.
Vegeta looked up at her and then continued fumbling with the tie around his neck, which he hated. "I sell them." Came his unceremonious response.
Bulma reached over to him. "Here let me do that. Why do you sell them?" She undid his knot and started over.
Vegeta let Bulma help him. "By breaking up a planet's assets-"
Bulma cut him off. "What are assets?"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her. "Onna-"
He watched her dip her lips into a pout. "Come on, I might buy a planet some day." She replied teasingly.
Vegeta rolled his eyes yet said nothing insulting to her. "Assets are anything of value a planet owns. Sometimes the pieces are worth more than the whole. By selling them off, I make a profit. It's better for Vegetasei."
Bulma's small smiled widened in understanding. "Sorta like stealing cars and selling'm for parts, huh?
Vegeta huffed. "Not...quite stupid onna."
Bulma, while still tying Vegeta's tie, retorted, "Bakayaro." She said lowly. Bulma finished the tie. "There, see? Now the emblem is right in the middle of the knot."
Vegeta tried to hide how impressed he was by the simplicity of what she had just done. "Where'd you learn to do this?"
Bulma smiled, as her voice grew exceptionally sarcastic. "I fucked the debate team in high school." She paused. "Tsk. I had a grandfather. He liked ties on Sundays. You mind if I take a swim in your bathtub before I hit it?"
Vegeta walked away from the onna. "Don't drown." Vegeta tossed back as he walked out of the room.
Bulma turned and headed to the bathroom. After all she had found it a good long relaxing bath was in good order.
Thanks to all of my reviews. Keep them coming!
Happy reading!
~LadyB
Pretty Onna. Chapter Four
Later that night, after making love to the onna four times, Vegeta was standing in the shower letting the hot water beat on his tan skin. As the near scalding sprayed over Vegeta's body, he couldn't help but think about the blue-haired onna that lay in his bed sore from their lovemaking. The heavy spray of water coming down upon Vegeta grew larger as he turned the water even hotter, his Saiyan blood demanding heat. He stood there, quietly letting it wash over him. He turned off the shower, stepped out of the stall, and picked up a towel to dry himself.
Once Vegeta was out of the shower and back into his master bedroom, Vegeta couldn't help but stare at the floor. His expensive clothes were on the floor, haphazardly dropped everywhere. Bulma's clothes, as tattered as they were, were neatly folded and piled on a chair. The incongruity of it touched Vegeta in a sad way. He looked toward the bed. Bulma was fast asleep. He was glad that the moon's effect was gone. All he wanted to do then was watch her, watch her as her chest rose and fell with every breath she took, and watch her as she slept and dreamt of riches to come. Her heavy makeup has long since been rubbed off. Asleep, her wary, smart-ass attitude was gone. She looked like a sweet, gentle girl. He stared at her a moment longer. He turned, and went into the living room.
When Vegeta walked out of the room Bulma opened her eyes. Through the open door she saw Vegeta sitting in the living room chair. He was reading contracts. Vegeta felt something in him stir as Bulma's eyes watched him, but before the feel got too deep, he looked away. Bulma smiled sadly to herself and lay back onto the pillows. Slowly letting the welcoming warmth of sleep talking over her.
The next morning the elevator doors opened at the penthouse reviling a waiter who was rolling a cart out into the hallway. He took it to the doors of the penthouse. He rang the bell.
Vegeta looked up from the contracts before him from the night before. He rubbed his eyes together and then he said, "It's open."
The waiter wheeled in a table of food, coffee, champagne and orange juice. Vegeta dressed in suit pants, white shirt and suspenders, stood in the living room talking into a cordless phone this time, the contracts long forgotten. Vegeta pointed the waiter to the dining table.
Vegeta turned his attention back into the phone. "Gomen, go ahead." Napa was on the other end.
NAPA sat behind a desk in room at his mansion with a phone in his hand. "Draymen Heux knows we're after their planet. The president wants to talk with you. I don't think you should."
Vegeta shook his head on his end of the line. "I want to."
Napa sighed heavily at his prince's settlement. "My prince Vegeta, if the three of us sit down together we might as well announce our plans to everyone else!" Napa protested.
Vegeta still wasn't changing his mind. He said, "I'll see him alone. Everyone knows you're my muscle. We'll make it social. Tell the president of Draymen Heux I'll meet him for dinner. Tonight if you can arrange it."
"You shouldn't go alone. He might claim that you tried to black mail him." Napa insisted.
"Listen fool, we're only trying to buy their planet, not the damn Mafia. I'll see you in the office. By the way, about your car..." Vegeta trailed off.
Napa paled and his voice went worried. "Oh, Kami, what?"
"It corners like it's on rails." Vegeta said then planned on hanging up.
"No, prince, prince, what does that mean? Prince?"
After hearing Napa's worried statement Vegeta hung up the phone. He poured a glass of orange juice and took a sip, thinking. Something stirred inside of him; it made him turn. When he turned there was Bulma, wearing terry robe, she was standing uncertainly in the bedroom doorway.
Vegeta glanced at her, trying to be aloof about it. "Good morning, onna."
Bulma suddenly looked flustered. "You didn't wake me. I can see you're really busy, I'll be out of here in a minute." She said hastily.
Vegeta wondered why she was in such a hurry to leave the Estate. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to go. "No hurry. Would you like some breakfast?" Asked Vegeta, motioning to the vast amount of food on the table.
Bulma was hungry and the breakfast did look great. She smiled at Vegeta. "Only if you do."
As he is serving them both a plate of something to eat Vegeta asks her, "Did you sleep well?"
Bulma held in a laugh while biting down on a piece of toast. "Yeah. Too good. I forgot where I was." Admitted a slightly humiliated Bulma.
Again Vegeta took in the light and joy that she brought to his stuffy surroundings. "Occupational hazard?"
Bulma glared at him sharply, then when she saw that he meant no offense, she relaxed. "Yeah." She responded somewhat submissively. Then she asked him, "Where'd you sleep?"
Vegeta set down hi cup. "I took the couch. I had some work to do." Then for a reason he was hesitant about something. "About last night..."
Bulma sent Vegeta a sexy little half smirk. "Oooh, Baby, you were the best. I was beside myself."
Vegeta smirked back. "Mmm, I could tell."
Bulma shook her head and looked pensive for a moment "I just hope it was worth three hundred bucks.
She saw Vegeta nod. "I'd say you give a good dollar value."
For a quick moment they shared a small smile. Then they ate their breakfast. Vegeta took a sip of his drink and sent it down, casting his look over to Bulma once again. "Do you ever...enjoy it onna?"
Bulma glanced up. "I like guys if that's what you're asking. Not that I trust them is all." She responded to what she thought was his real question, and it was.
"No? Why's that?" He asked.
Bulma smiled at him, he might have been a great-looking person but she was not going to tell him her personal matters. She mimicked, "Occupational hazard."
There passed a moment. Vegeta chuckled at her unadorned wit. Bulma grinned back at him.
Bulma set her food down. "So what do you do, Vegeta. I know you're not a lawyer."
Vegeta laughed mostly to himself. "That's right onna." He paused and looked around. "I buy planets."
Bulma's sapphire eye bulged. "Nani?" She took a breath of air. "No shit, they expensive?"
Vegeta almost smiled at her surprise. "The one I'm buying this week will cost around 150 billion."
Bulma was silent, as if waiting for him to say something more. Finally she spoke, "...Dollars?
Vegeta nodded. Yes.
"Wow! That is expensive!" She squealed.
Vegeta decided then that it was time that he told his guest what was really going on with him. After all, he couldn't have hid it very much longer anyway. "Not to me?"
Bulma scowled at his arrogance. "Why? Because you're some rich freak?" She mocked.
"No, onna." Vegeta replied not in the least bit angry.
Bulma took a glass cup off of the table and walked to the balcony slowly sipping on it contents. "Then why?"
"Because, onna, I am the prince of Vegetasei."
Bulma dropped her glass cup and stopped walking all together. She gradually, as if afraid to look, turned to Vegeta. He smirked at her, in his hand he held the thick gold chain he had the other night. Now that it was out in the open she realized that it was indeed the crest of Vegetasei. Bulma felt faint.
"B-but...why m-me?" She asked, her knees threatening to fall.
Vegeta got up and walked to his room. On his way he led Bulma to a chair. "Onna, I own this planet. In it I do what I wish."
With that he walked into his room and Bulma fell back on the leather of the chair. She sighed. All of this time, all of those insults, even that night of passion they had spent together, were directed to Prince Vegeta himself...
An hour later when Bulma decided it was time to pay her prince a visit he was in his room standing in the closet fresh out of the shower. Bulma leaned up against the doorframe; the closet door was open. Vegeta reached for a tie. In the closet there were about a dozen expensive looking suits, shirts, shoes, and many other items of clothing. Bulma finally took a step inside.
"So what do ya do with the planets once you buy them?" She asked upon her entrance.
Vegeta looked up at her and then continued fumbling with the tie around his neck, which he hated. "I sell them." Came his unceremonious response.
Bulma reached over to him. "Here let me do that. Why do you sell them?" She undid his knot and started over.
Vegeta let Bulma help him. "By breaking up a planet's assets-"
Bulma cut him off. "What are assets?"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her. "Onna-"
He watched her dip her lips into a pout. "Come on, I might buy a planet some day." She replied teasingly.
Vegeta rolled his eyes yet said nothing insulting to her. "Assets are anything of value a planet owns. Sometimes the pieces are worth more than the whole. By selling them off, I make a profit. It's better for Vegetasei."
Bulma's small smiled widened in understanding. "Sorta like stealing cars and selling'm for parts, huh?
Vegeta huffed. "Not...quite stupid onna."
Bulma, while still tying Vegeta's tie, retorted, "Bakayaro." She said lowly. Bulma finished the tie. "There, see? Now the emblem is right in the middle of the knot."
Vegeta tried to hide how impressed he was by the simplicity of what she had just done. "Where'd you learn to do this?"
Bulma smiled, as her voice grew exceptionally sarcastic. "I fucked the debate team in high school." She paused. "Tsk. I had a grandfather. He liked ties on Sundays. You mind if I take a swim in your bathtub before I hit it?"
Vegeta walked away from the onna. "Don't drown." Vegeta tossed back as he walked out of the room.
Bulma turned and headed to the bathroom. After all she had found it a good long relaxing bath was in good order.