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Pretty Onna. Chapter Five
Once on her own Bulma turned on the water in the white marble tub. She watched as the crystal water filled the white marble tub and stopped at the golden rim; she turned the water off when the water had filled the tub in a torrential rush.
Bulma turned, she had heard the phone in the living room. Vegeta reached for it.
Vegeta said into the phone "Hai."
On the other end of the phone Napa was walking around his desk, apprehensively.
"Prince Vegeta, it's me. The meeting with the king of Draymen Heux is all set for tonight."
Vegeta nodded in approval. "That's good. Keep things that way." Vegeta replied.
Napa was nervous; he didn't like the thought of his prince going out to take care of such a delicate matter alone. "Listen, I gotta say this again, I don't like you going alone."
Vegeta looked into the bathroom to check in on Bulma. He hadn't heard anything in a few moments and he wondered if she was all right. Bulma looked curiously at a small hose in the tub. She turned it on; the water hit her in the face.
Vegeta was forced to stifle a chuckle. "I'm a prince Napa, I can take care of myself." He told Napa condescendingly. Then he continued to focus his attention on Bulma.
He watched her as she looked at the lotions, shampoos and bubble baths on the edge of the tub. Bulma regarded them like a kid in a candy shop.
Napa sighed, Vegeta had a point. "Let me at least get you a date. Keep it social."
Vegeta was still watching as Bulma smelled some bubble bath, her nose tingled as a smile danced on her cheery lips. Her eyes asked Vegeta if it was okay to...? He nodded.
"Prince Vegeta, did you hear me?" Napa was getting agitated.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I'm here."
"I know a lot of nice girls. Ones that would be on their knees for you." Napa restated.
Bulma poured the bubble bath into the swirling water. Vegeta stopped listening to Napa once more. He didn't care how many girls wanted him; he didn't give a shit. There was something about Bulma, about the look on her face. The way she bit her lower lip it was curious even sensual.
Vegeta then turned his attention back to a screaming Napa. "Relax. I have one."
Vegeta hung up the phone without even saying goodbye to Napa. He threw the phone down on his bed and walked into the bathroom. Bulma was now nude in the tub singing to the song that was on the radio near the tub. He eyes were closed as she mimicked the male singer perfectly.
"I just want your extra time and your...kiss." Bulma sang. "If you wanna impress me, I can't be too flirty mama. I don't wanna undress me. Um hum yeah baby. I wanna be your fantasy, and baby you can be mines. You just leave it all up to me..." Bulma eyes suddenly flung open and saw Vegeta looking at her.
Blushing, she reached for the radio and turned it off. "Don't you just love prince?" She asked smiling, a very embarrassed glaze shown in her profound cerulean eyes.
"More than life itself." Vegeta muttered sarcastically.
Bulma sat up right in the tub, her breast still under the water. "Don't you knock?" Bulma asked knitting her brows together and pointing towards the door.
"Onna, I have a proposition for you." Vegeta stated somberly.
"What do you want?" Bulma asked returning the seriousness of Vegeta's prior tone of voice.
"I'm going to be here until Sunday, I'd like you to spend the week with me." Vegeta said nonchalantly.
Bulma wasn't sure if she had heard right. "Nani?"
Vegeta repeated himself, as much as he hated it. Would she have been one of the women in his court he would have killed her on the spot for making him repeat himself, but when it came to Bulma this was different. Everything was different when it referred to Bulma. He took a breath and repeated himself. "I'll be in town until Sunday."
Still Bulma glanced at him like he wasn't speaking English.
Vegeta leaned forward and slowly, for the last time, repeated himself. "Do- you-want-to-stay-here-for-the-week?" He stated once more as if speaking to a mentally disabled child.
It took Bulma a moment to respond. "You mean stay here? For a week?"
"Hai, I would like to hire you as an employee. I would pay you to be at my beck and call." Vegeta responded to her question.
A smirk came to Bulma's lips. She sighed dramatically. "One whole week. It's gonna cost you."
Vegeta should have seen this coming. He knew that with a girl like Bulma, everything was about money. "Oh yes Of course. Give me a ballpark figure Onna. How much?
Bulma was thoughtful. "Six full nights... days too?"
Vegeta nodded. Bulma hesitated; it had to be enough to really change things in her life. She shot for the moon.
Bulma replied, "Four thousand."
Vegeta didn't like the size of the sum, not like he couldn't pay it, he just didn't see the logic in it. "Six full nights at 300 is 1800." Said the prince.
Bulma was still persistent. "But you want days too."
"Two thousand."
"Three thousand." Bulma argued.
Vegeta smirked at her. "Done."
Bulma squealed and laughed contentedly "Holy shit." She sunk her head down into the water full of bubbles.
"Onna?" Vegeta asked. "Onna is that a yes?"
Through the bubbles Vegeta noticed Bulma kicked her knees up in response. Then seconds later, she came back for air. "Yes." She said. Vegeta heard her voice, but her face was covered in white foam. He took hold of a towel and patted it over her face, revealing her breathtaking, yet simple, features.
Bulma regained herself and flipped on a sexy little smile. "Sugar, you got it. I will treat you like a prince. Anything, anywhere you want." She offered seductively.
Vegeta leaned down for a watery kiss. He pulled back and rolled up his selves, he didn't want to get them wet. Once his hands were freed he pulled Bulma closer to him by her shoulders. He kissed her neck. "I'm not just talking about sex." He muttered into her ear.
Bulma shivered then moved back slowly until they were face to face. Bulma took hold of the golden chair around his neck and started to fidget with it. She pulled him so close he almost fell into the water. "What else is there with you?" Bulma asked taking a kiss from him and biting his lower lip.
Vegeta pulled back from her and rolled his selves back down. "I have to get going." He replied.
Bulma sat back up right in the tub and reached for a towel. "I'll be out in a minute." She responded motioning that she wanted him to leave.
He didn't argue with her, every woman had the right to her modesty. Vegeta turned and walked out of the room. He didn't understand why she was being modest around him now. It was nothing that he hadn't seen the night before.
Ten minutes later she walked out of the bathroom, in a white cotton robe and her aqua hair spilling over the white, total contrast. Vegeta sat up when he noticed that she had entered the room. He pulled out his wallet. "I'll be out most of the day." Vegeta said. Bulma nodded. "I want you to go out and buy some decent clothes."
Bulma's eyes went wide at the amount of money.
"Not too flashy, not too sexy."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Boring." Bulma plainly stated.
At her comment Vegeta turned to her and gave her a wad of money larger than the night before. "Conservative." He restated. Vegeta moved towards the door, then turned back to Bulma once more. "Any questions?"
"Can I call you Veggie?" Bulma asked playfully.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her. "Not if you expect me to answer." He grew grave again. "Do you understand?"
The other Saiyan placed her hands on her hips, her tail swaying from side to side. "Yeah, you want me to dress like your high-class girlfriend. You're wasting your money though. All I'm gonna do is hang around the Estate. As a matter of fact, I may never get out of that bathtub."
Vegeta reached for the doorknob. "Think again. I'm taking you out to an important dinner with me tonight." Before she could answer he walked out of the door and slammed it in her face.
"Nani!? Are you crazy?" Bulma screamed.
Vegeta smiled to himself at her reaction. He walked away. Then sadly he mused to himself, "Probably."
She smiled from her side of the door. "Baby, I'll treat you so nice you'll never want to let me go." She yelled at the door.
Vegeta heard; he shook his head in disagreement and at the power of her lungs. "Three thousand, six days, and Onna, I will let you go." He muttered mostly to himself.
"Oh, but I'm here now." Bulma said to herself thinking. She ran to the bedroom and started jumping on the bed that she and Vegeta had made love on last night.
"Three thousand dollars!" She screamed kicking up in the air. She rolled over and pushed the hair out of her face. A thought occurred to her. She reached for the cordless phone on the nightstand next to the bed. She dialed and number, then she waited. She was about to disconnect the call when the phone was answered on the other end.
"'Lo." Came the voice.
"Chi-Chi Mau! Where've you been?" Bulma screamed.
Chi-Chi held the phone away from her ear and could still hear Bulma perfectly. "I was asleep. You woke me. You okay?"
Bulma continued screaming happily into the phone. "Chi-Chi, listen, the guy last night, the one in the Ferrari, I'm at this Estate, the Velchenzo Estate, it's this absolutely unbelievable place and he's hired me for a whole week and Chi, listen, he's paying me three thousand bucks! We can get out of the apartment. We can get out of this town. We can do anything!" There was a silence. "Chi? Hey, you there?"
Chi-Chi was confused. "Then why'd he want you?"
Bulma's hold on the phone slipped, she blinked. That hurt. Perhaps it hurt more because Bulma had been wondering the same thing. "He...he just does."
Chi-Chi noticed the hurt in Bulma's voice. "I'm sorry, Bulma. Carlos has been on my back." There was another beat of silence. "Did you get the money up front like I taught ya'?"
Bulma nodded although it went unnoticed by Chi-Chi. "Three hundred for last night and Chi, I'm gonna leave an envelope for you at the front desk. Give me two hundred to the scum bucket and the other hundred to that asshole landlord for part of the rent. Spend it on drugs and I'll pull your hair out."
CHI-Chi got out of bed on her end of the line. "I'm getting dressed now. I'll be over. Bye."
"Ah Chi writ it down. Write it down or you'll forget." Bulma insisted.
Chi-Chi bent over and picked up an old lipstick from the floor. "Bulma, Velchenzo." She wrote on the mirror. "Ok alright, I'm out." Chi-Chi said.
Before she hung up Bulma had one more thing to ask. "Hey Chi-Chi, where do I go for the clothes? Good stuff on him."
Chi-Chi's smile brightened. "In Millennium Plains?"
Bulma replied, "Yeah."
Chi-Chi laughed out loud. "Imperial Drive baby!"
"Thanks Chi!" Bulma called out and then hung up the phone.
She got up. Bulma was being forced to go shopping, and she had basically thousands of dollars to do it in. Bulma cried out in joy once more. She suddenly felt as if nothing could ruin her day.
Thanks to all of my reviews. Keep them coming!
Happy reading!
~LadyB
Pretty Onna. Chapter Five
Once on her own Bulma turned on the water in the white marble tub. She watched as the crystal water filled the white marble tub and stopped at the golden rim; she turned the water off when the water had filled the tub in a torrential rush.
Bulma turned, she had heard the phone in the living room. Vegeta reached for it.
Vegeta said into the phone "Hai."
On the other end of the phone Napa was walking around his desk, apprehensively.
"Prince Vegeta, it's me. The meeting with the king of Draymen Heux is all set for tonight."
Vegeta nodded in approval. "That's good. Keep things that way." Vegeta replied.
Napa was nervous; he didn't like the thought of his prince going out to take care of such a delicate matter alone. "Listen, I gotta say this again, I don't like you going alone."
Vegeta looked into the bathroom to check in on Bulma. He hadn't heard anything in a few moments and he wondered if she was all right. Bulma looked curiously at a small hose in the tub. She turned it on; the water hit her in the face.
Vegeta was forced to stifle a chuckle. "I'm a prince Napa, I can take care of myself." He told Napa condescendingly. Then he continued to focus his attention on Bulma.
He watched her as she looked at the lotions, shampoos and bubble baths on the edge of the tub. Bulma regarded them like a kid in a candy shop.
Napa sighed, Vegeta had a point. "Let me at least get you a date. Keep it social."
Vegeta was still watching as Bulma smelled some bubble bath, her nose tingled as a smile danced on her cheery lips. Her eyes asked Vegeta if it was okay to...? He nodded.
"Prince Vegeta, did you hear me?" Napa was getting agitated.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I'm here."
"I know a lot of nice girls. Ones that would be on their knees for you." Napa restated.
Bulma poured the bubble bath into the swirling water. Vegeta stopped listening to Napa once more. He didn't care how many girls wanted him; he didn't give a shit. There was something about Bulma, about the look on her face. The way she bit her lower lip it was curious even sensual.
Vegeta then turned his attention back to a screaming Napa. "Relax. I have one."
Vegeta hung up the phone without even saying goodbye to Napa. He threw the phone down on his bed and walked into the bathroom. Bulma was now nude in the tub singing to the song that was on the radio near the tub. He eyes were closed as she mimicked the male singer perfectly.
"I just want your extra time and your...kiss." Bulma sang. "If you wanna impress me, I can't be too flirty mama. I don't wanna undress me. Um hum yeah baby. I wanna be your fantasy, and baby you can be mines. You just leave it all up to me..." Bulma eyes suddenly flung open and saw Vegeta looking at her.
Blushing, she reached for the radio and turned it off. "Don't you just love prince?" She asked smiling, a very embarrassed glaze shown in her profound cerulean eyes.
"More than life itself." Vegeta muttered sarcastically.
Bulma sat up right in the tub, her breast still under the water. "Don't you knock?" Bulma asked knitting her brows together and pointing towards the door.
"Onna, I have a proposition for you." Vegeta stated somberly.
"What do you want?" Bulma asked returning the seriousness of Vegeta's prior tone of voice.
"I'm going to be here until Sunday, I'd like you to spend the week with me." Vegeta said nonchalantly.
Bulma wasn't sure if she had heard right. "Nani?"
Vegeta repeated himself, as much as he hated it. Would she have been one of the women in his court he would have killed her on the spot for making him repeat himself, but when it came to Bulma this was different. Everything was different when it referred to Bulma. He took a breath and repeated himself. "I'll be in town until Sunday."
Still Bulma glanced at him like he wasn't speaking English.
Vegeta leaned forward and slowly, for the last time, repeated himself. "Do- you-want-to-stay-here-for-the-week?" He stated once more as if speaking to a mentally disabled child.
It took Bulma a moment to respond. "You mean stay here? For a week?"
"Hai, I would like to hire you as an employee. I would pay you to be at my beck and call." Vegeta responded to her question.
A smirk came to Bulma's lips. She sighed dramatically. "One whole week. It's gonna cost you."
Vegeta should have seen this coming. He knew that with a girl like Bulma, everything was about money. "Oh yes Of course. Give me a ballpark figure Onna. How much?
Bulma was thoughtful. "Six full nights... days too?"
Vegeta nodded. Bulma hesitated; it had to be enough to really change things in her life. She shot for the moon.
Bulma replied, "Four thousand."
Vegeta didn't like the size of the sum, not like he couldn't pay it, he just didn't see the logic in it. "Six full nights at 300 is 1800." Said the prince.
Bulma was still persistent. "But you want days too."
"Two thousand."
"Three thousand." Bulma argued.
Vegeta smirked at her. "Done."
Bulma squealed and laughed contentedly "Holy shit." She sunk her head down into the water full of bubbles.
"Onna?" Vegeta asked. "Onna is that a yes?"
Through the bubbles Vegeta noticed Bulma kicked her knees up in response. Then seconds later, she came back for air. "Yes." She said. Vegeta heard her voice, but her face was covered in white foam. He took hold of a towel and patted it over her face, revealing her breathtaking, yet simple, features.
Bulma regained herself and flipped on a sexy little smile. "Sugar, you got it. I will treat you like a prince. Anything, anywhere you want." She offered seductively.
Vegeta leaned down for a watery kiss. He pulled back and rolled up his selves, he didn't want to get them wet. Once his hands were freed he pulled Bulma closer to him by her shoulders. He kissed her neck. "I'm not just talking about sex." He muttered into her ear.
Bulma shivered then moved back slowly until they were face to face. Bulma took hold of the golden chair around his neck and started to fidget with it. She pulled him so close he almost fell into the water. "What else is there with you?" Bulma asked taking a kiss from him and biting his lower lip.
Vegeta pulled back from her and rolled his selves back down. "I have to get going." He replied.
Bulma sat back up right in the tub and reached for a towel. "I'll be out in a minute." She responded motioning that she wanted him to leave.
He didn't argue with her, every woman had the right to her modesty. Vegeta turned and walked out of the room. He didn't understand why she was being modest around him now. It was nothing that he hadn't seen the night before.
Ten minutes later she walked out of the bathroom, in a white cotton robe and her aqua hair spilling over the white, total contrast. Vegeta sat up when he noticed that she had entered the room. He pulled out his wallet. "I'll be out most of the day." Vegeta said. Bulma nodded. "I want you to go out and buy some decent clothes."
Bulma's eyes went wide at the amount of money.
"Not too flashy, not too sexy."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Boring." Bulma plainly stated.
At her comment Vegeta turned to her and gave her a wad of money larger than the night before. "Conservative." He restated. Vegeta moved towards the door, then turned back to Bulma once more. "Any questions?"
"Can I call you Veggie?" Bulma asked playfully.
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at her. "Not if you expect me to answer." He grew grave again. "Do you understand?"
The other Saiyan placed her hands on her hips, her tail swaying from side to side. "Yeah, you want me to dress like your high-class girlfriend. You're wasting your money though. All I'm gonna do is hang around the Estate. As a matter of fact, I may never get out of that bathtub."
Vegeta reached for the doorknob. "Think again. I'm taking you out to an important dinner with me tonight." Before she could answer he walked out of the door and slammed it in her face.
"Nani!? Are you crazy?" Bulma screamed.
Vegeta smiled to himself at her reaction. He walked away. Then sadly he mused to himself, "Probably."
She smiled from her side of the door. "Baby, I'll treat you so nice you'll never want to let me go." She yelled at the door.
Vegeta heard; he shook his head in disagreement and at the power of her lungs. "Three thousand, six days, and Onna, I will let you go." He muttered mostly to himself.
"Oh, but I'm here now." Bulma said to herself thinking. She ran to the bedroom and started jumping on the bed that she and Vegeta had made love on last night.
"Three thousand dollars!" She screamed kicking up in the air. She rolled over and pushed the hair out of her face. A thought occurred to her. She reached for the cordless phone on the nightstand next to the bed. She dialed and number, then she waited. She was about to disconnect the call when the phone was answered on the other end.
"'Lo." Came the voice.
"Chi-Chi Mau! Where've you been?" Bulma screamed.
Chi-Chi held the phone away from her ear and could still hear Bulma perfectly. "I was asleep. You woke me. You okay?"
Bulma continued screaming happily into the phone. "Chi-Chi, listen, the guy last night, the one in the Ferrari, I'm at this Estate, the Velchenzo Estate, it's this absolutely unbelievable place and he's hired me for a whole week and Chi, listen, he's paying me three thousand bucks! We can get out of the apartment. We can get out of this town. We can do anything!" There was a silence. "Chi? Hey, you there?"
Chi-Chi was confused. "Then why'd he want you?"
Bulma's hold on the phone slipped, she blinked. That hurt. Perhaps it hurt more because Bulma had been wondering the same thing. "He...he just does."
Chi-Chi noticed the hurt in Bulma's voice. "I'm sorry, Bulma. Carlos has been on my back." There was another beat of silence. "Did you get the money up front like I taught ya'?"
Bulma nodded although it went unnoticed by Chi-Chi. "Three hundred for last night and Chi, I'm gonna leave an envelope for you at the front desk. Give me two hundred to the scum bucket and the other hundred to that asshole landlord for part of the rent. Spend it on drugs and I'll pull your hair out."
CHI-Chi got out of bed on her end of the line. "I'm getting dressed now. I'll be over. Bye."
"Ah Chi writ it down. Write it down or you'll forget." Bulma insisted.
Chi-Chi bent over and picked up an old lipstick from the floor. "Bulma, Velchenzo." She wrote on the mirror. "Ok alright, I'm out." Chi-Chi said.
Before she hung up Bulma had one more thing to ask. "Hey Chi-Chi, where do I go for the clothes? Good stuff on him."
Chi-Chi's smile brightened. "In Millennium Plains?"
Bulma replied, "Yeah."
Chi-Chi laughed out loud. "Imperial Drive baby!"
"Thanks Chi!" Bulma called out and then hung up the phone.
She got up. Bulma was being forced to go shopping, and she had basically thousands of dollars to do it in. Bulma cried out in joy once more. She suddenly felt as if nothing could ruin her day.