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don't sue, I ain't making jack shit from this story. It is being writing
only to pass time and for the entertainment of my readers. (Which isn't
many) 0_o
Thanks to all of my reviews. Keep them coming!
Alright! I bet some of you have been getting upset by mai on and off presence online and on FF.Net. I am trying to get online more often and write mai stories. This is one of the main ones I'm focusing on if it makes any bit a difference to some of you. I am also trying to make the chapters longer. This is one of mai first really long chapters for this story. Ok it's not all that long but I'm trying!
Big shout out to the anonymous reviewer 'Backspace'. He or she really had some great ideas to make this story better. I am trying to make Veggie hit his regular attitude and character actions. Don't worry. By the end of this story he will be the Saiyajin we all know and love.
Also their arguments are on the way. I am trying to keep them in character while staying true to the movie. It's kinda hard but some of ya'll are loving this! Keep the love flowin!!
Well that was without a doubt a long ass AN. I hope it was worth it and that you like this chapter. Happy reading!
Oh yeah, but on more thing...LEMON ALERT. SOUR AS HELL! DON'T SAY YOU HAVEN'T BEEN WARNED!
~LadyB
~*~
Later that night Vegeta sat facing the window of his penthouse suite, his face deeply pensive and thoughtful as he stared down at the city lights. He quickly drained the contents of his champagne glass. Bulma moved closer to stand next to him; she placed her arms around his shoulders and rested her head on the crock of his neck. She refilled his glass from the bottle in her hand.
"Arigatou." The prince muttered darkly. He took a large sip of his drink, his eyes still glancing over the kingdom that was soon to be his. There came a peculiar silence between the two of them.
Bulma sighed and leaned in closer to her prince. "You're upset, huh?" She asked him quite honestly.
Vegeta's eyes rolled to the side until Bulma was in his eyesight. He replied, "Upset. No. I never get upset about business." Vegeta muttered to her almost emptily.
Bulma shook her head slightly. "There was something about the man that made you like, even respect, him. Huh?" She questioned again, cutting right into the truth of the matter.
"Whether I liked him or not is irrelevant. It's business. There's no emotion involved in business... if you want to survive." Vegeta retorted to his companion.
Bulma was then suddenly excited, she lifted her head away from his neck and set the bottle down on a table close by. She bounced in front of Vegeta. "We're the exactly the same! Chi-Chi keeps telling me don't get emotional when you turn tricks--that's why no kissing--it's too personal." She paused. "It's like what your saying, you stay numb, don't get involved-- when I'm with a guy, I'm a robot, I just do it." This time when Bulma paused it was to recover from what she had just said. She blushed. "Except with you. At your price I give my all..."
Vegeta laughed for the first time that night.
Bulma smiled back, he looked sexy when he laughed. "Let's not talks about this heavy stuff. Come on, relax." Bulma moved and then came up behind him. She began to rub his shoulders.
"That... is very good." Vegeta said almost incoherently.
There was a moment. Vegeta was silent. Bulma turned him; she untied his tie, and unbuttoned his collar. "Know what we're gonna do in a little while then?"
Vegeta smirked. "I can guess." He said to her huskily.
Bulma smiled, as if she were hiding something from Vegeta. "We're gonna call Domino's and have'm deliver a big ass pizza. We're gonna eat it in bed. We're gonna veg' out and watch television." Bulma stated with a grin still pasted on her lips.
"Television? I guessed wrong." Vegeta admitted to her.
"Yeah, it's this box, it has pictures, sound. You don't have to use your brain at all." Bulma said, referring to the television.
Vegeta then shook his head, not being able to indulge Bulma for the night. "I have work to do."
Bulma noticed that her prince was ready to leave. She held him back from the collar of his shit. "Uh-uh. No work." She ordered. Smiling, she moved to kiss his throat softly. "See... what you haven't figured out yet..." She trailed off once her lips touched his heated tan skin; she started to fumble with his belt. She continued, "Is that while you're the boss every place else... I'm the one in charge here." Bulma muttered gutturally. She kissed his chest. "You... just think you are."
Bulma teased his body with her hands and then she began to kneel down. He stopped her suddenly, hands strongly placed on her shoulders. They stared at one another for a moment, the glance filled with passions one had for the other. Vegeta finally released her. She smiled upon noticing he didn't want her to stop. She got up and then started to undress him. Their idea of the television long forgotten.
~*~
Morning came within hours; the twin suns of Vegetasei had risen on the planet shinning in on a still sleeping Bulma. She turned over, slowly awaking. Her hand went out to touch where Vegeta's body had once lay but she encountered nothing but an empty bed. At that Bulma became awake with a sudden feeling of shock. She looked around momentarily frightened, not sure where she was. Sighing with relief, she lay back down. She took notice of Vegeta's American Express card on the pillow next to her, it had most definitely calmed her nerves.
"Get up onna. Time to shop." Came a powerful voice from the bathroom near her. Vegeta came out of the bathroom and moved toward the bed. The prince was having a hard time tying his tie once more. Bulma sat up still very much wishing she could go back to sleep. Her hands made their way onto his neck and she began tying the tie. It was admiral that even in her half- awaken state she was able to make the perfect tie grace the neck of the prince.
Vegeta let Bulma work wonders on his neck. "I still don't understand why you only bought one dress." Vegeta stated.
Bulma's eyes darkened. "I wasn't as much fun as I thought it was going to be." Came her saddened response.
"Why not?" Vegeta was confused.
Bulma sighed out loud. "Well, you know those cold bitches that work in those stores and try to intimidate you? It works." Bulma replied.
Vegeta knew well that Bulma might not have been someone important in this town but the thought that someone disrespecting her made his blood boil. "Was someone rude to you?" Vegeta asked, gritting his teeth.
"I had a little problem in one store. I wasn't dressed right. I don't know what to say. I don't belong there. Maybe I'll just go back to Marron. She was cool." Bulma muttered, suddenly feeling three inches tall.
Vegeta took hold of Bulma's small hand in his own larger and more powerful hand. "Onna, you belong wherever you are. I don't care how you were dressed, they were the ones who were wrong, not you." Vegeta told her strongly. "People aren't going to respect you unless you respect yourself." There was a beat of silence as the prince paused. "The next time someone is rude to you, you stare at them right here." Vegeta softly moved his forefinger to touch Bulma right between her large blue eyes. Bulma giggled under his touch.
Vegeta smirked at her in the warmest way he could. It's an old trick I use, especially with bankers. Works every time. Will you try it?"
"Okay." Bulma was filled with sudden confidence.
The prince was pleased. "Good onna." He paused and moved to get off of the bed and leave the room.
Bulma waited for him to get off of the bed until she reached for his hand. While holding his hand, Bulma smiled sadly at him, a beat of stillness. "Come with me?" Bulma pleaded.
Vegeta looked down at his watch, Bulma covered it with her hand. "Please Veggie, please." She used her most persuading voice. The prince found it impossible the he was being swayed to his knees by Bulma, and yet it was happening.
It was still very much a mystery to Vegeta as to how he was finding himself in a beautiful, chic women's shop later that day. He watched from his place in the background as a haughty saleswoman approached Bulma.
Bulma looked very nervous, she looked down and then back at the woman. "Hello. Can you help me?" Bulma asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
The saleswoman looked Bulma up and down, she paused, blue hair...could it have been...? The woman snapped back to attention as Bulma gave her a long, hard stare.
Bulma confidently spoke. "I'm looking for a dress, nothing too flashy, not too sexy, conservative. In a size six." She demanded.
The woman was growing more and more nervous under Bulma's heated stare. "D- do you have a charge account with us?"
Bulma smiled happily, as she knew that she was winning the battle. She pulled out Vegeta's credit card and handed it to the woman. Nodding quickly the woman hurried away to get Bulma her size. Bulma walked up to Vegeta, flinging her arms around his neck. They watched as everything was presented to her, just as if she were royalty.
Minutes flew by them quickly. Bulma tried on many different outfits under the supervision of her beloved prince. Half an hour later Bulma pranced happily out of the dressing room wearing a low cut, spangled and fringed outfit. Vegeta shook his hand in the air hinting that it was...all right. The Salesgirl held a classic tweed ensemble over Bulma's outfit. Bulma scowled deeply.
"I look like fucking Nancy Reagan." She mumbled.
When Bulma turned back, Vegeta was sitting at the bar, talking on the phone. Bulma rolled her eyes. She bet that Vegeta must have been talking to Napa. Bulma sighed heavily and went back to shopping.
Bulma had been right, Napa was in his office talking to Vegeta on speaker phone. "Draymen Heux came out of his corner swinging. He started buying up all available stock as soon as the market opened."
Vegeta laughed almost to himself. "He's a tough old son of a bitch..." Then the prince went back to watching Bulma. She was modeling her new dress for the woman that was helping her out. Vegeta let a smirk dance on his lips. She brought a fresh knew voice to the world he lived in.; a world where everything was silenced to the minimal whisper.
"It's up to ten and a quarter." Napa stated, talking about the stock.
"Offer nine and a half. Bring them back down to earth." Vegeta said. He was getting tired of doing business this way. If he had things going the way he thought was right he would have blown up that man's planet days ago. But Napa kept insisting that if he did that, then the planet would be worth no money. Vegeta cracked his knuckles. He wanted to fight. The blood lust was raging through his veins and he had to ignore it.
"I all I want to know, Goddammit, is where is he getting the money to fight back!" Napa screamed into the phone.
"Someone's loaning it to him. Get on it right away. Or I will take matters into my own hands." Vegeta hissed into the phone. This deal was taking far too long.
Napa was growing apprehensive. "Our contract guys are working on the Draymen Heux pension funds. There's another forty million there. We can bleed'm dry." Napa said.
Vegeta sighed, this was getting ugly. And the king was such an old man...it almost made him feel. Vegeta replied, "Put the pension funds on hold until I say otherwise."
Napa was surprised. The blood was gone from the prince's voice. "We're letting them slide?"
"I want the treatment plant licenses to be top priority right now." Covered Vegeta.
"But, Vegeta..."
"Don't question me Napa. Remember your place. Do it." Vegeta hung up the phone, nearly braking it.
Bulma turned around due to the noise the phone had made. She smirked much like her prince might have then walked over to him shaking her hips from side to side. Vegeta felt something tighten. Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck. "What do you say we blow this joint and go spend some time together alone?" She whispered seductively. Her blue eyes swimming with unleashed passion. The passion of a pure Saiyan.
Vegeta managed to look down at his watch. "You're on your own now, Bulma. I've got to get to work. Be sensible and you can keep everything. Spend too much and it all goes back."
Bulma pulled Vegeta closer to her face, standing on her tip toes until their faces met. "You know," She whispered. "If we're going to bend the rules, might as well brake the damn things."
Vegeta liked where that was going. He bent closer to her. Just as Bulma thought he was going to capture her lips in his own, she felt a nipping sensation on her nose. She re-opened her eyes. Vegeta bit her softly on the nose. She sighed.
"Later." He mumbled to her huskily.
He sent shivers down her spine until every hair of her blue tail was standing on end under the fabric of her dress. "O-ok." She shuttered.
Vegeta knew exactly what he was doing to her. He then kissed her softly; pulling his lips back just as Bulma was starting to enjoy the closeness that they were sharing. Vegeta pulled her close once more, only this time he bit on her bottom lip tenderly. Bulma went in for a deeper kiss and then, he pulled back yet again. It was driving Bulma insane.
"Vegeta." She scolded pulling away. He gazed her, vowing that she was the only one that could call him without his proper title so boldly. "You are going to pay for this later." She muttered.
"Then make me pay." Vegeta turned to walk out of the store. Bulma watched his arrogant figure walk out of the store.
"I believe I will."
~*~
Three hours and ¥ 39, 000 later Bulma was finally done with her shopping for the day. She hated to admit it but she had fun. As she walked down one of the many busy streets of Vegetasei Bulma tried to keep her steady figure. Her arms were filled with clothing boxes and numerous bags. She walked by a few, lower class females that walked the street with five children, all of which were crying. Smirking coldly, Bulma suddenly felt as if she owned the block. An elder man walked next to her and smiled politely, tipping her hat at her. Bulma was shocked at such respect. It was both shocking and faltering. She nodded her head in response and continued to walk on.
Suddenly Bulma stopped walking, her demeanor turned to an unexpected installment of fidgeting. She looked at the store before her. It was the store she had been thrown out of earlier. Bulma balled her hands into fists and walked in.
Bulma entered the door with her head held high, her fists at her side as she gave her bags to the man behind her and told him leave her. She'd be out in a moment. The woman that had talked to her in a manner so rude met eyes with Bulma briefly. Bulma's courage rapidly left her.
"Isn't this lovely? I think it would look wonderful on you." The woman said to another customer she was attending.
Bulma mustered all of her anger together and harnessed it for courage. She took a deep breath of the air around her and walked to the woman.
"Would you like to try it on?" Again the woman was speaking to her customer.
"Excuse me." Bulma coughed.
Both the saleswoman and her customer looked up although Bulma was only speaking to one of them. The saleswoman smiled pleasantly. "Yes? How may I help you?"
Bulma crossed her hands over her chest. "Do you remember me?"
The other woman was confused for a moment. "No, I'm sorry, I don't."
Bulma huffed. "Sure you do. I was in here yesterday." Bulma touched the rim of her hat, knowing what would make them remember. She slowly lifted her hat, sending the blue spirals of her hair tumbling down her head to her shoulders and mid-back. And in an even slower movement Bulma rose her middle finger. The recognition started to dawn in the saleswoman's eyes. Bulma's courage begin returned to her in considerable leaps, until Bulma felt she was the one in change in the room.
"Yeah. That's right. It's me. I want you to know something. You made me feel terrible. I wasn't dressed right and you said I didn't belong here. Well, I do. You're the one that was wrong, not me. And I want to tell you something else. I'm never gonna shop here again as long as I live." Bulma hissed.
And with that, Bulma turned on her heels and walked out.
The saleswoman was stunned into a thick silence. The customer was outraged and thrusted the dress into the saleswoman's arms as if so heavily offended the actions that Bulma had repeated in her speech. She walked out as well.
The saleswoman turned to her friend, another worker in the store. "That was the blue Saiyajin, wasn't it?"
Her friend nodded. "Afraid so."
~*~
After a most eventful afternoon Bulma finally returned to the facilities of the estate. Kakkarot looked up from the desk; he couldn't bring himself to stop staring at Bulma and her bellhop as they strolled through the Estate's entrance. They walked across the Estate lobby to the elevator. The bellhop's arms were packed with boxes and shopping bags. Kakkarot can't help it. He smiled to himself.
Bulma opened the door to the room that Vegeta and her shared for the bellhop who was carrying all of her bags. She motioned for him to place them on the couch. He did as the pretty lady told him. Bulma tipped him with a ten-yen bill as she had seen Vegeta do before and threw herself on the couch next to her purchases.
"Wheee!!!" She yelled then decided that a well-placed nap was in order.
~*~
Later that night Vegeta entered the room. He looked around; it was so dark in there he could hardly see. Would he have been human he most likely wouldn't have seen anything an inch before his nose. Vegeta moved to close the door behind him and then continued to walk forward, careful to where he stepped. Once he reached the living room, things started to change. There was a beautiful, candlelit, food-laden table that had been set up in the middle of the room. There were multitudes of champagne and wine bottles in chill buckets. Before that a fire burned in the large marble and gold encrusted fireplace. A rich calming melody was playing in the background.
"Hey." A voice called to him.
Vegeta turned, it took him a moment for his eyes to adjust to the change in light but they did. He then saw clearly that Bulma stood in the doorway that led to their bedroom wearing an exquisite silk dressing gown. She looked incredibly beautiful; there was no other way to describe it.
"I thought maybe you'd like dinner." Bulma purred.
Vegeta walked closer to her not being able to resists himself and the temptation Bulma was placing before him. "Thank you. I would." He ran his fingers down her dressing gown, stopping at the hem where her chest began to swell. "Nice."
"Wait till you see what I have on underneath." Bulma teased.
Vegeta pulled her tightly closer until he thought that she would melt into his arms and become one with him. "Please."
Guessing that the time was right Bulma opened up her silk gown. She had absolutely nothing on underneath it. Vegeta lifted her up and kissed her breasts. She moaned, "What about dinner?"
"Dinner can wait." Vegeta mumbled. He had found something else to occupy his time with. He lifted her up into his arms completely and let her to the bedroom.
They looked deeply into each other's eyes. Not breaking eye contact, Vegeta took his hands from hers. He grabbed her face a pressed his lips to hers so hard Bulma thought that her lips were bruise. Smoldering, electrifying, kisses were all Vegeta had to offer. Their kisses were exhilarating. Pulses of current flowed from his body to hers. Their tongues thrashing about each other's mouths created regularity for the rest of their bodies to pursue. He put his hands on her shoulders, pulled her up and threw her on the bed. She squeaked in surprise, her breasts bouncing with the movements of the bed. "Warn me next time!" She yelled at him.
Vegeta left her cries go ignored. For a moment he paused his work as she had her legs around his waist, he gazed down into her midnight cerulean orbs. Being filled with some much emotion at the moment they appeared to be crystals, ever so breath-taking, incomparably stunning. As he lost himself in Bulma's eyes, Vegeta notice that in all of his life he had never had feelings before other than hate. But for the time being hate was the last thing on his mind. On the contrary, he was overwhelmed now with the very emotions he regarded as weak. Vegeta shook whatever he was feeling off of him and he continued to work. He didn't waist any time; neither did Bulma. When he looked down her tail wrapped itself round his waist, pulling him closer onto the bed with her. She let her hand explore under his shirt. He stroked her tail, patting the soft fur. It sent pulses of warm emotion through her body. Unconsciously she rolled on her back giving herself to the Saiyan. "Take me."
He didn't say anything, just grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. Vegeta chuckled at her eagerness. He let his hands massage her chest as she crawled on top. He was rewarded with Bulma deepening the kiss. Sinking her tongue into his mouth. Loosing all control Bulma tore his shirt off. She opened her mouth and moaned in pleasure. The prince hated to admit it but she was good at what she did, he was getting lost in her skill when he felt a cold breeze pass through the open window and onto his chest. He pulled away long enough to look at the torn shirt. "I liked that shirt onna!" He yelled at her.
"You shouldn't of been wearing it." Bulma teased him by quickly wiggling her tiny butt against his manhood and smirking as he growl.
"You play with fire onna," he growled. "Don't get burned."
"I haven't even gotten started." She muttered huskily.
He rolled the woman on her back. Determined to keep the upper hand, there was no way in hell he was going to let her stay in control this time. He began to lick her exposed breasts. Snaking around her hard nipple. Vegeta was finding joy in her soft whimpering. Her tail was curling with pleasure tighter and tighter around Vegeta pulling him closer to her than before. Vegeta dipped his head to the pale skin of Bulma's breasts. He had a wicked tongue. He would torture her by running it all along the lines of her body only touching the most sensitive spots for a moment, leaving Bulma begging for more.
Bulma moved her hands down into his pants. Teasing the bulge, just softly touching and moving away. Vegeta growled and unfastened his zipper. She looked down and inhaled a small gasp. He was a LOT bigger than the other guys that she had to put up with. And he looked a hell of a lot better too. No matter how many times she had him, the size of him left her breathless. He smirked, knowing her thoughts. "Like what you see?" Bulma ignored the remark as she moved back up to make up to his neck, she ran her lips across his neck and to his ears sucking at each of them gently. He began what sounding like purring. This was very rewarding indeed. Bulma wondered how many women could say they had made the great Saiyajin prince purr with ecstasy.
All the while her tail slowly over his bulge. Exploring his size letting her appendage loop round him. She kept on trying to dominate him. He growled and pinned her down. Bulma gritted her teeth; she was going to make him lose control even if it killed her. And then just as she had wanted, Vegeta let go of her wrists, he knew he was loosing control. His erection engorged suddenly, he felt his climax nearing. Instinctively he bit down on her for a second time. She began to shake almost uncontrollably.
Her inner muscles contracted as she regained her control enough to push him down on the floor. They both knew that if Vegeta had wanted, he could have stopped her. There was no denying, the floor was hard and cold, but neither of them noticed. There were other things that they had on their minds. Once she had him where she wanted him, Bulma pushed herself above him and sat on him. She was straddling him; she sat with her wetness pressed against his lower stomach. Neither one spoke a word. Having had enough of her attempts of ruling him, Vegeta flipped her one her back and decided it was time that he taught her a lesson. Vegeta took hold of her small body and placed her on the bed once more. Vegeta was making fast work.
He broke her legs open with his knee and started to teach. She gasped as he filled her. He pounced on her, he thrusted into her, both of them moaning in appreciation. Vegeta slammed into her, feeling her inner walls contract around him. He set a quick hard pace, the headboard banging against the wall rhythmically. Vegeta wouldn't be surprised if they broke the bed. As the pressure got stronger and hotter her gasps where replaced by groans. He began to speed up a little confident she could take the pace. Bulma wrapped all her limbs around Vegeta. Going on pure instinct she thrusted back. She clawed at his back determined to get her pleasure. He screamed out. That gave her enough pleasure to reach her peak and scream. He made the last thrusts the hardest, breaking all of her barriers. She clenched her fists and screamed his name, over and over. His name echoed off the walls of the estate room.
His trusted were finally getting slower. And yet he was still moving. They both screamed out, lost in the explosion of their orgasm. Bulma arched her back as the spasm took her whole body. Sweat was beading on his skin. Bulma wrapped her arms around him he emptied himself hard in her, spilling everything he had before dropping his weight on her. She sighed contentedly. Satisfied and happy she reached out for his warmth. And even through all of that there was still a part of Vegeta that was just a little unsatisfied. He could have done so much more to her; he could have snapped her in two pieces. Her tail curled around his thigh. It was then he realized he wanted more. The prince just watched her sleeping wondering what he was going to do. Vegeta rolled off and onto his side, propping himself on one arm facing her. As both were trying to recover their breath, Bulma managed to turn her head to face him.
"You still hungry?"
He smiled a genuine smile to her, such a blasted onna. She turned to him and placed her hand on his face. Looking deep within his eyes, something told her that this time, was going to be unlike any other time they would ever share together. There was something different about the way he looked at her, the way he had touched her. Bulma couldn't complain. She could only hope to herself that she didn't fall in love.
~*~
The night was drawing to it's close. Vegeta and Bulma had spent a while on the bed simple appreciating each other's body and drowning in the passion they had for each other. It seemed as if it were growing each and every time they were together. They had shared a romantic meal together, and while Vegeta would have never admitted to it, he was being quite the romantic.
Now they were in the bathroom taking a bath together. Candles lighted the bathroom and rose petals were scattered all around the white marble tile on the floor. Bulma and Vegeta were in the marble tub together, Bulma sitting behind Vegeta. She lazily washed his shoulders and back with a large sponge. "Have you always been rich?" Bulma asked Vegeta bending her lips to touch his ear.
"No." Vegeta replied dryly.
Bulma smiled. "Seems like it. I guess it's easy to get used to, huh?" Bulma asked.
"Easier than learning how to be poor." Vegeta muttered. There was moment of silence. "My father's family was royalty. When I was young there were cars and houses, private schools, nannies. But then my father divorced my mother to marry another woman. And he took his money with him."
Again there was that thick silence in the room. All that was heard was Bulma's rubbing of the soft sponge on Vegeta's chest.
"Keep talkin'. I like hearin'." Bulma insisted.
Vegeta huffed. "Not much to tell. Once I was old enough I was tried of waiting to be prince. I found out that my father actually had no thoughts in making me prince let alone king when he died. He thought that he could just forget me and let me be my mother's son only. Well I took him down by claiming my right of the thrown. I swallowed up most of Vegetasei and shit out the pieces. One of the pieces was him." Vegeta said.
Bulma softly traced patterns around Vegeta's shoulders and neck. "You still mad at him?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta shook his head. "We might be family and royalty, but to me, he died a long time ago."
Bulma softly lay her head on Vegeta's shoulder. The moonlight spilled on the happy couple. "Let's talk about something else." She suggested. "I like my time with you and I don't want to waste it on dead people." She said.
Vegeta leaned his flame hair back, allowing the water to finally touch it. He let Bulma work wonders on his body. For the first time, he let someone else do all the work.
~*~
OK I ADDED THE DAMN LEMON. YA'LL HAPPI NOW? I BETTER GET SOME FEEDBACK DAMMIT!
Thanks to all of my reviews. Keep them coming!
Alright! I bet some of you have been getting upset by mai on and off presence online and on FF.Net. I am trying to get online more often and write mai stories. This is one of the main ones I'm focusing on if it makes any bit a difference to some of you. I am also trying to make the chapters longer. This is one of mai first really long chapters for this story. Ok it's not all that long but I'm trying!
Big shout out to the anonymous reviewer 'Backspace'. He or she really had some great ideas to make this story better. I am trying to make Veggie hit his regular attitude and character actions. Don't worry. By the end of this story he will be the Saiyajin we all know and love.
Also their arguments are on the way. I am trying to keep them in character while staying true to the movie. It's kinda hard but some of ya'll are loving this! Keep the love flowin!!
Well that was without a doubt a long ass AN. I hope it was worth it and that you like this chapter. Happy reading!
Oh yeah, but on more thing...LEMON ALERT. SOUR AS HELL! DON'T SAY YOU HAVEN'T BEEN WARNED!
~LadyB
~*~
Later that night Vegeta sat facing the window of his penthouse suite, his face deeply pensive and thoughtful as he stared down at the city lights. He quickly drained the contents of his champagne glass. Bulma moved closer to stand next to him; she placed her arms around his shoulders and rested her head on the crock of his neck. She refilled his glass from the bottle in her hand.
"Arigatou." The prince muttered darkly. He took a large sip of his drink, his eyes still glancing over the kingdom that was soon to be his. There came a peculiar silence between the two of them.
Bulma sighed and leaned in closer to her prince. "You're upset, huh?" She asked him quite honestly.
Vegeta's eyes rolled to the side until Bulma was in his eyesight. He replied, "Upset. No. I never get upset about business." Vegeta muttered to her almost emptily.
Bulma shook her head slightly. "There was something about the man that made you like, even respect, him. Huh?" She questioned again, cutting right into the truth of the matter.
"Whether I liked him or not is irrelevant. It's business. There's no emotion involved in business... if you want to survive." Vegeta retorted to his companion.
Bulma was then suddenly excited, she lifted her head away from his neck and set the bottle down on a table close by. She bounced in front of Vegeta. "We're the exactly the same! Chi-Chi keeps telling me don't get emotional when you turn tricks--that's why no kissing--it's too personal." She paused. "It's like what your saying, you stay numb, don't get involved-- when I'm with a guy, I'm a robot, I just do it." This time when Bulma paused it was to recover from what she had just said. She blushed. "Except with you. At your price I give my all..."
Vegeta laughed for the first time that night.
Bulma smiled back, he looked sexy when he laughed. "Let's not talks about this heavy stuff. Come on, relax." Bulma moved and then came up behind him. She began to rub his shoulders.
"That... is very good." Vegeta said almost incoherently.
There was a moment. Vegeta was silent. Bulma turned him; she untied his tie, and unbuttoned his collar. "Know what we're gonna do in a little while then?"
Vegeta smirked. "I can guess." He said to her huskily.
Bulma smiled, as if she were hiding something from Vegeta. "We're gonna call Domino's and have'm deliver a big ass pizza. We're gonna eat it in bed. We're gonna veg' out and watch television." Bulma stated with a grin still pasted on her lips.
"Television? I guessed wrong." Vegeta admitted to her.
"Yeah, it's this box, it has pictures, sound. You don't have to use your brain at all." Bulma said, referring to the television.
Vegeta then shook his head, not being able to indulge Bulma for the night. "I have work to do."
Bulma noticed that her prince was ready to leave. She held him back from the collar of his shit. "Uh-uh. No work." She ordered. Smiling, she moved to kiss his throat softly. "See... what you haven't figured out yet..." She trailed off once her lips touched his heated tan skin; she started to fumble with his belt. She continued, "Is that while you're the boss every place else... I'm the one in charge here." Bulma muttered gutturally. She kissed his chest. "You... just think you are."
Bulma teased his body with her hands and then she began to kneel down. He stopped her suddenly, hands strongly placed on her shoulders. They stared at one another for a moment, the glance filled with passions one had for the other. Vegeta finally released her. She smiled upon noticing he didn't want her to stop. She got up and then started to undress him. Their idea of the television long forgotten.
~*~
Morning came within hours; the twin suns of Vegetasei had risen on the planet shinning in on a still sleeping Bulma. She turned over, slowly awaking. Her hand went out to touch where Vegeta's body had once lay but she encountered nothing but an empty bed. At that Bulma became awake with a sudden feeling of shock. She looked around momentarily frightened, not sure where she was. Sighing with relief, she lay back down. She took notice of Vegeta's American Express card on the pillow next to her, it had most definitely calmed her nerves.
"Get up onna. Time to shop." Came a powerful voice from the bathroom near her. Vegeta came out of the bathroom and moved toward the bed. The prince was having a hard time tying his tie once more. Bulma sat up still very much wishing she could go back to sleep. Her hands made their way onto his neck and she began tying the tie. It was admiral that even in her half- awaken state she was able to make the perfect tie grace the neck of the prince.
Vegeta let Bulma work wonders on his neck. "I still don't understand why you only bought one dress." Vegeta stated.
Bulma's eyes darkened. "I wasn't as much fun as I thought it was going to be." Came her saddened response.
"Why not?" Vegeta was confused.
Bulma sighed out loud. "Well, you know those cold bitches that work in those stores and try to intimidate you? It works." Bulma replied.
Vegeta knew well that Bulma might not have been someone important in this town but the thought that someone disrespecting her made his blood boil. "Was someone rude to you?" Vegeta asked, gritting his teeth.
"I had a little problem in one store. I wasn't dressed right. I don't know what to say. I don't belong there. Maybe I'll just go back to Marron. She was cool." Bulma muttered, suddenly feeling three inches tall.
Vegeta took hold of Bulma's small hand in his own larger and more powerful hand. "Onna, you belong wherever you are. I don't care how you were dressed, they were the ones who were wrong, not you." Vegeta told her strongly. "People aren't going to respect you unless you respect yourself." There was a beat of silence as the prince paused. "The next time someone is rude to you, you stare at them right here." Vegeta softly moved his forefinger to touch Bulma right between her large blue eyes. Bulma giggled under his touch.
Vegeta smirked at her in the warmest way he could. It's an old trick I use, especially with bankers. Works every time. Will you try it?"
"Okay." Bulma was filled with sudden confidence.
The prince was pleased. "Good onna." He paused and moved to get off of the bed and leave the room.
Bulma waited for him to get off of the bed until she reached for his hand. While holding his hand, Bulma smiled sadly at him, a beat of stillness. "Come with me?" Bulma pleaded.
Vegeta looked down at his watch, Bulma covered it with her hand. "Please Veggie, please." She used her most persuading voice. The prince found it impossible the he was being swayed to his knees by Bulma, and yet it was happening.
It was still very much a mystery to Vegeta as to how he was finding himself in a beautiful, chic women's shop later that day. He watched from his place in the background as a haughty saleswoman approached Bulma.
Bulma looked very nervous, she looked down and then back at the woman. "Hello. Can you help me?" Bulma asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
The saleswoman looked Bulma up and down, she paused, blue hair...could it have been...? The woman snapped back to attention as Bulma gave her a long, hard stare.
Bulma confidently spoke. "I'm looking for a dress, nothing too flashy, not too sexy, conservative. In a size six." She demanded.
The woman was growing more and more nervous under Bulma's heated stare. "D- do you have a charge account with us?"
Bulma smiled happily, as she knew that she was winning the battle. She pulled out Vegeta's credit card and handed it to the woman. Nodding quickly the woman hurried away to get Bulma her size. Bulma walked up to Vegeta, flinging her arms around his neck. They watched as everything was presented to her, just as if she were royalty.
Minutes flew by them quickly. Bulma tried on many different outfits under the supervision of her beloved prince. Half an hour later Bulma pranced happily out of the dressing room wearing a low cut, spangled and fringed outfit. Vegeta shook his hand in the air hinting that it was...all right. The Salesgirl held a classic tweed ensemble over Bulma's outfit. Bulma scowled deeply.
"I look like fucking Nancy Reagan." She mumbled.
When Bulma turned back, Vegeta was sitting at the bar, talking on the phone. Bulma rolled her eyes. She bet that Vegeta must have been talking to Napa. Bulma sighed heavily and went back to shopping.
Bulma had been right, Napa was in his office talking to Vegeta on speaker phone. "Draymen Heux came out of his corner swinging. He started buying up all available stock as soon as the market opened."
Vegeta laughed almost to himself. "He's a tough old son of a bitch..." Then the prince went back to watching Bulma. She was modeling her new dress for the woman that was helping her out. Vegeta let a smirk dance on his lips. She brought a fresh knew voice to the world he lived in.; a world where everything was silenced to the minimal whisper.
"It's up to ten and a quarter." Napa stated, talking about the stock.
"Offer nine and a half. Bring them back down to earth." Vegeta said. He was getting tired of doing business this way. If he had things going the way he thought was right he would have blown up that man's planet days ago. But Napa kept insisting that if he did that, then the planet would be worth no money. Vegeta cracked his knuckles. He wanted to fight. The blood lust was raging through his veins and he had to ignore it.
"I all I want to know, Goddammit, is where is he getting the money to fight back!" Napa screamed into the phone.
"Someone's loaning it to him. Get on it right away. Or I will take matters into my own hands." Vegeta hissed into the phone. This deal was taking far too long.
Napa was growing apprehensive. "Our contract guys are working on the Draymen Heux pension funds. There's another forty million there. We can bleed'm dry." Napa said.
Vegeta sighed, this was getting ugly. And the king was such an old man...it almost made him feel. Vegeta replied, "Put the pension funds on hold until I say otherwise."
Napa was surprised. The blood was gone from the prince's voice. "We're letting them slide?"
"I want the treatment plant licenses to be top priority right now." Covered Vegeta.
"But, Vegeta..."
"Don't question me Napa. Remember your place. Do it." Vegeta hung up the phone, nearly braking it.
Bulma turned around due to the noise the phone had made. She smirked much like her prince might have then walked over to him shaking her hips from side to side. Vegeta felt something tighten. Bulma wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck. "What do you say we blow this joint and go spend some time together alone?" She whispered seductively. Her blue eyes swimming with unleashed passion. The passion of a pure Saiyan.
Vegeta managed to look down at his watch. "You're on your own now, Bulma. I've got to get to work. Be sensible and you can keep everything. Spend too much and it all goes back."
Bulma pulled Vegeta closer to her face, standing on her tip toes until their faces met. "You know," She whispered. "If we're going to bend the rules, might as well brake the damn things."
Vegeta liked where that was going. He bent closer to her. Just as Bulma thought he was going to capture her lips in his own, she felt a nipping sensation on her nose. She re-opened her eyes. Vegeta bit her softly on the nose. She sighed.
"Later." He mumbled to her huskily.
He sent shivers down her spine until every hair of her blue tail was standing on end under the fabric of her dress. "O-ok." She shuttered.
Vegeta knew exactly what he was doing to her. He then kissed her softly; pulling his lips back just as Bulma was starting to enjoy the closeness that they were sharing. Vegeta pulled her close once more, only this time he bit on her bottom lip tenderly. Bulma went in for a deeper kiss and then, he pulled back yet again. It was driving Bulma insane.
"Vegeta." She scolded pulling away. He gazed her, vowing that she was the only one that could call him without his proper title so boldly. "You are going to pay for this later." She muttered.
"Then make me pay." Vegeta turned to walk out of the store. Bulma watched his arrogant figure walk out of the store.
"I believe I will."
~*~
Three hours and ¥ 39, 000 later Bulma was finally done with her shopping for the day. She hated to admit it but she had fun. As she walked down one of the many busy streets of Vegetasei Bulma tried to keep her steady figure. Her arms were filled with clothing boxes and numerous bags. She walked by a few, lower class females that walked the street with five children, all of which were crying. Smirking coldly, Bulma suddenly felt as if she owned the block. An elder man walked next to her and smiled politely, tipping her hat at her. Bulma was shocked at such respect. It was both shocking and faltering. She nodded her head in response and continued to walk on.
Suddenly Bulma stopped walking, her demeanor turned to an unexpected installment of fidgeting. She looked at the store before her. It was the store she had been thrown out of earlier. Bulma balled her hands into fists and walked in.
Bulma entered the door with her head held high, her fists at her side as she gave her bags to the man behind her and told him leave her. She'd be out in a moment. The woman that had talked to her in a manner so rude met eyes with Bulma briefly. Bulma's courage rapidly left her.
"Isn't this lovely? I think it would look wonderful on you." The woman said to another customer she was attending.
Bulma mustered all of her anger together and harnessed it for courage. She took a deep breath of the air around her and walked to the woman.
"Would you like to try it on?" Again the woman was speaking to her customer.
"Excuse me." Bulma coughed.
Both the saleswoman and her customer looked up although Bulma was only speaking to one of them. The saleswoman smiled pleasantly. "Yes? How may I help you?"
Bulma crossed her hands over her chest. "Do you remember me?"
The other woman was confused for a moment. "No, I'm sorry, I don't."
Bulma huffed. "Sure you do. I was in here yesterday." Bulma touched the rim of her hat, knowing what would make them remember. She slowly lifted her hat, sending the blue spirals of her hair tumbling down her head to her shoulders and mid-back. And in an even slower movement Bulma rose her middle finger. The recognition started to dawn in the saleswoman's eyes. Bulma's courage begin returned to her in considerable leaps, until Bulma felt she was the one in change in the room.
"Yeah. That's right. It's me. I want you to know something. You made me feel terrible. I wasn't dressed right and you said I didn't belong here. Well, I do. You're the one that was wrong, not me. And I want to tell you something else. I'm never gonna shop here again as long as I live." Bulma hissed.
And with that, Bulma turned on her heels and walked out.
The saleswoman was stunned into a thick silence. The customer was outraged and thrusted the dress into the saleswoman's arms as if so heavily offended the actions that Bulma had repeated in her speech. She walked out as well.
The saleswoman turned to her friend, another worker in the store. "That was the blue Saiyajin, wasn't it?"
Her friend nodded. "Afraid so."
~*~
After a most eventful afternoon Bulma finally returned to the facilities of the estate. Kakkarot looked up from the desk; he couldn't bring himself to stop staring at Bulma and her bellhop as they strolled through the Estate's entrance. They walked across the Estate lobby to the elevator. The bellhop's arms were packed with boxes and shopping bags. Kakkarot can't help it. He smiled to himself.
Bulma opened the door to the room that Vegeta and her shared for the bellhop who was carrying all of her bags. She motioned for him to place them on the couch. He did as the pretty lady told him. Bulma tipped him with a ten-yen bill as she had seen Vegeta do before and threw herself on the couch next to her purchases.
"Wheee!!!" She yelled then decided that a well-placed nap was in order.
~*~
Later that night Vegeta entered the room. He looked around; it was so dark in there he could hardly see. Would he have been human he most likely wouldn't have seen anything an inch before his nose. Vegeta moved to close the door behind him and then continued to walk forward, careful to where he stepped. Once he reached the living room, things started to change. There was a beautiful, candlelit, food-laden table that had been set up in the middle of the room. There were multitudes of champagne and wine bottles in chill buckets. Before that a fire burned in the large marble and gold encrusted fireplace. A rich calming melody was playing in the background.
"Hey." A voice called to him.
Vegeta turned, it took him a moment for his eyes to adjust to the change in light but they did. He then saw clearly that Bulma stood in the doorway that led to their bedroom wearing an exquisite silk dressing gown. She looked incredibly beautiful; there was no other way to describe it.
"I thought maybe you'd like dinner." Bulma purred.
Vegeta walked closer to her not being able to resists himself and the temptation Bulma was placing before him. "Thank you. I would." He ran his fingers down her dressing gown, stopping at the hem where her chest began to swell. "Nice."
"Wait till you see what I have on underneath." Bulma teased.
Vegeta pulled her tightly closer until he thought that she would melt into his arms and become one with him. "Please."
Guessing that the time was right Bulma opened up her silk gown. She had absolutely nothing on underneath it. Vegeta lifted her up and kissed her breasts. She moaned, "What about dinner?"
"Dinner can wait." Vegeta mumbled. He had found something else to occupy his time with. He lifted her up into his arms completely and let her to the bedroom.
They looked deeply into each other's eyes. Not breaking eye contact, Vegeta took his hands from hers. He grabbed her face a pressed his lips to hers so hard Bulma thought that her lips were bruise. Smoldering, electrifying, kisses were all Vegeta had to offer. Their kisses were exhilarating. Pulses of current flowed from his body to hers. Their tongues thrashing about each other's mouths created regularity for the rest of their bodies to pursue. He put his hands on her shoulders, pulled her up and threw her on the bed. She squeaked in surprise, her breasts bouncing with the movements of the bed. "Warn me next time!" She yelled at him.
Vegeta left her cries go ignored. For a moment he paused his work as she had her legs around his waist, he gazed down into her midnight cerulean orbs. Being filled with some much emotion at the moment they appeared to be crystals, ever so breath-taking, incomparably stunning. As he lost himself in Bulma's eyes, Vegeta notice that in all of his life he had never had feelings before other than hate. But for the time being hate was the last thing on his mind. On the contrary, he was overwhelmed now with the very emotions he regarded as weak. Vegeta shook whatever he was feeling off of him and he continued to work. He didn't waist any time; neither did Bulma. When he looked down her tail wrapped itself round his waist, pulling him closer onto the bed with her. She let her hand explore under his shirt. He stroked her tail, patting the soft fur. It sent pulses of warm emotion through her body. Unconsciously she rolled on her back giving herself to the Saiyan. "Take me."
He didn't say anything, just grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. Vegeta chuckled at her eagerness. He let his hands massage her chest as she crawled on top. He was rewarded with Bulma deepening the kiss. Sinking her tongue into his mouth. Loosing all control Bulma tore his shirt off. She opened her mouth and moaned in pleasure. The prince hated to admit it but she was good at what she did, he was getting lost in her skill when he felt a cold breeze pass through the open window and onto his chest. He pulled away long enough to look at the torn shirt. "I liked that shirt onna!" He yelled at her.
"You shouldn't of been wearing it." Bulma teased him by quickly wiggling her tiny butt against his manhood and smirking as he growl.
"You play with fire onna," he growled. "Don't get burned."
"I haven't even gotten started." She muttered huskily.
He rolled the woman on her back. Determined to keep the upper hand, there was no way in hell he was going to let her stay in control this time. He began to lick her exposed breasts. Snaking around her hard nipple. Vegeta was finding joy in her soft whimpering. Her tail was curling with pleasure tighter and tighter around Vegeta pulling him closer to her than before. Vegeta dipped his head to the pale skin of Bulma's breasts. He had a wicked tongue. He would torture her by running it all along the lines of her body only touching the most sensitive spots for a moment, leaving Bulma begging for more.
Bulma moved her hands down into his pants. Teasing the bulge, just softly touching and moving away. Vegeta growled and unfastened his zipper. She looked down and inhaled a small gasp. He was a LOT bigger than the other guys that she had to put up with. And he looked a hell of a lot better too. No matter how many times she had him, the size of him left her breathless. He smirked, knowing her thoughts. "Like what you see?" Bulma ignored the remark as she moved back up to make up to his neck, she ran her lips across his neck and to his ears sucking at each of them gently. He began what sounding like purring. This was very rewarding indeed. Bulma wondered how many women could say they had made the great Saiyajin prince purr with ecstasy.
All the while her tail slowly over his bulge. Exploring his size letting her appendage loop round him. She kept on trying to dominate him. He growled and pinned her down. Bulma gritted her teeth; she was going to make him lose control even if it killed her. And then just as she had wanted, Vegeta let go of her wrists, he knew he was loosing control. His erection engorged suddenly, he felt his climax nearing. Instinctively he bit down on her for a second time. She began to shake almost uncontrollably.
Her inner muscles contracted as she regained her control enough to push him down on the floor. They both knew that if Vegeta had wanted, he could have stopped her. There was no denying, the floor was hard and cold, but neither of them noticed. There were other things that they had on their minds. Once she had him where she wanted him, Bulma pushed herself above him and sat on him. She was straddling him; she sat with her wetness pressed against his lower stomach. Neither one spoke a word. Having had enough of her attempts of ruling him, Vegeta flipped her one her back and decided it was time that he taught her a lesson. Vegeta took hold of her small body and placed her on the bed once more. Vegeta was making fast work.
He broke her legs open with his knee and started to teach. She gasped as he filled her. He pounced on her, he thrusted into her, both of them moaning in appreciation. Vegeta slammed into her, feeling her inner walls contract around him. He set a quick hard pace, the headboard banging against the wall rhythmically. Vegeta wouldn't be surprised if they broke the bed. As the pressure got stronger and hotter her gasps where replaced by groans. He began to speed up a little confident she could take the pace. Bulma wrapped all her limbs around Vegeta. Going on pure instinct she thrusted back. She clawed at his back determined to get her pleasure. He screamed out. That gave her enough pleasure to reach her peak and scream. He made the last thrusts the hardest, breaking all of her barriers. She clenched her fists and screamed his name, over and over. His name echoed off the walls of the estate room.
His trusted were finally getting slower. And yet he was still moving. They both screamed out, lost in the explosion of their orgasm. Bulma arched her back as the spasm took her whole body. Sweat was beading on his skin. Bulma wrapped her arms around him he emptied himself hard in her, spilling everything he had before dropping his weight on her. She sighed contentedly. Satisfied and happy she reached out for his warmth. And even through all of that there was still a part of Vegeta that was just a little unsatisfied. He could have done so much more to her; he could have snapped her in two pieces. Her tail curled around his thigh. It was then he realized he wanted more. The prince just watched her sleeping wondering what he was going to do. Vegeta rolled off and onto his side, propping himself on one arm facing her. As both were trying to recover their breath, Bulma managed to turn her head to face him.
"You still hungry?"
He smiled a genuine smile to her, such a blasted onna. She turned to him and placed her hand on his face. Looking deep within his eyes, something told her that this time, was going to be unlike any other time they would ever share together. There was something different about the way he looked at her, the way he had touched her. Bulma couldn't complain. She could only hope to herself that she didn't fall in love.
~*~
The night was drawing to it's close. Vegeta and Bulma had spent a while on the bed simple appreciating each other's body and drowning in the passion they had for each other. It seemed as if it were growing each and every time they were together. They had shared a romantic meal together, and while Vegeta would have never admitted to it, he was being quite the romantic.
Now they were in the bathroom taking a bath together. Candles lighted the bathroom and rose petals were scattered all around the white marble tile on the floor. Bulma and Vegeta were in the marble tub together, Bulma sitting behind Vegeta. She lazily washed his shoulders and back with a large sponge. "Have you always been rich?" Bulma asked Vegeta bending her lips to touch his ear.
"No." Vegeta replied dryly.
Bulma smiled. "Seems like it. I guess it's easy to get used to, huh?" Bulma asked.
"Easier than learning how to be poor." Vegeta muttered. There was moment of silence. "My father's family was royalty. When I was young there were cars and houses, private schools, nannies. But then my father divorced my mother to marry another woman. And he took his money with him."
Again there was that thick silence in the room. All that was heard was Bulma's rubbing of the soft sponge on Vegeta's chest.
"Keep talkin'. I like hearin'." Bulma insisted.
Vegeta huffed. "Not much to tell. Once I was old enough I was tried of waiting to be prince. I found out that my father actually had no thoughts in making me prince let alone king when he died. He thought that he could just forget me and let me be my mother's son only. Well I took him down by claiming my right of the thrown. I swallowed up most of Vegetasei and shit out the pieces. One of the pieces was him." Vegeta said.
Bulma softly traced patterns around Vegeta's shoulders and neck. "You still mad at him?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta shook his head. "We might be family and royalty, but to me, he died a long time ago."
Bulma softly lay her head on Vegeta's shoulder. The moonlight spilled on the happy couple. "Let's talk about something else." She suggested. "I like my time with you and I don't want to waste it on dead people." She said.
Vegeta leaned his flame hair back, allowing the water to finally touch it. He let Bulma work wonders on his body. For the first time, he let someone else do all the work.
~*~
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