I had this chapter in mind all along, but I've been so busy I had forgotten about it. Thanks for reminding me Gie! Really sorry this has taken so long but I've been swamped. Had to move into a dorm at Duke last weekend, and just haven't had time to write. Had to fax this home so Galadrial could put it up for me. Hope you like!! This is for you Catgirl26.
Chapter 10: Desperado and the Queen of Hearts
A few days have passed.
"I don't know why Dad is so fascinated with the old west." Bulma griped as she straightened out her fishnet stockings. She looked at herself in the full length mirror. At least her dress was a lovely shade of royal blue.
Chichi was still staring at hers. "Bulma. I just don't know about this. I mean, weren't saloon girls…prostitutes?"
Mrs. Briefs giggled. "Oh, don't worry about it. We're serving drinks, not ourselves. Besides, this is what all the girls are wearing. Just remember, it's for charity."
"But…its red!"
"You'll look lovely in it dear. With that black hair and light complexion." She adjusted her own green dress.
"You might as well put it on Chi. The charity dinner starts in a couple of hours. Hey, how come Goku and Gohan didn't come this year?"
"Their training with Piccolo. Besides, I'd just die if Gohan saw me in..this."
Bulma laughed. "I bet Goku would like to see you in it." She ducked as a pair of slippers came her way. "Yamcha and Vegeta gave the same excuses. Even though when Vegeta found out that many people were going to be here, he practically broke out in hives."
"I still can't believe you're letting that murderer live here." Chichi turned her back so Bulma could zip her up. "Aren't you afraid of him?"
"Nah. He pretty much keeps to himself unless he's yelling for something to be fixed. Come to think of it, that's quite often."
"Humph. I don't trust him. Don't you dare let your guard down around him. There's no telling what someone like him would do."
Mrs. Briefs made a dismissal gesture. "Oh, don't be silly. Vegeta is a very nice young man. He likes to yell and threaten a lot but I don't believe he would actually hurt any of us. I mean, why would he stay to fight the androids for us if he wanted us dead? Besides, if you'd seen how he acted after the accident in the gravity room-"
"Accident?" Chichi interrupted.
"Um, yeah. That was kinda my fault. We were working on the control panel and when I told him to turn it on, it automatically reverted back to its last setting. Which happened to be 350 times normal. If he hadn't blown it up before it pegged I would have been squashed like a bug." She said as though describing a paper cut on her finger.
Chichi's mouth dropped open. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah. According to Yamcha, Vegeta gave me CPR to get me breathing again. Can you imagine? Vegeta knowing CPR?"
"I can't imagine that man wanting to save someone, much less knowing how."
"See. I told you he was a nice man. While Bulma was recuperating, Dr. Briefs replaced the console, and Vegeta made him go outside while he tested it."
"I doubt Vegeta would be as enthusiastic about giving Dad mouth-to-mouth. Lets head on over and help set the drinks up for the party." Bulma changed the subject. Chichi was beginning to give her those 'You aren't going to listen to me, are you?' looks.
They headed down the stairs to the front door, just as Vegeta came into the living room. He stopped. Looking up at them, his eyes widened in disbelief. The cup of water fell from his hand and spilled on the floor. "Wha-what?" he stuttered.
"Hey, we must really look good if HE's speechless." Then she noticed how pale his coloring had become. "Vegeta, are you alright?"
"What are you doing dressed like that?!" he exhaled. The feeling that was constricting his chest couldn't begin to be described. How could she have known? He had told no one of his dream. But there she stood. Just like she had stepped out of his mind onto the stairs. Even Kakarot's woman looked the same as she had.
"The charity benefit is tonight. I know I told you about it. I guess I didn't tell you the theme. Like it mattered. We'll be out fairly late, your dinner is in the fridge." She opened the door.
"You can't go out in public dressed like a saloon girl! I can't believe Kakarot would condone this either. His mate dressed like a-a whore!" he yelled angrily. Why was he angry? Since when did he care what she did or how she dressed?
"Vegeta!"
"See! I told you Bulma! What are the other people gonna think? Even Vegeta doesn't approve." Chichi argued her point.
"They'll think it's a costume party!" she exploded. "Vegeta, I can't believe you said that! Do you know how hard it was to get her in that?"
"Then she has some since. Take that off and put something else on!" it was out before he could stop it. A slight blush crept onto his face.
"Why Vegeta! If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous!" Mrs. Briefs cooed from the doorway.
They all stopped and looked at her. Bulma stared in shock. Chichi gave Vegeta an appraising look out of the corner of her eye. He was blushing. Actually blushing.
"If you want to make fools of yourselves go right ahead. But don't expect me to come help you when one of those old letches drags you off into the bushes or something." He picked up his cup and dried the puddle with his ki.
"We'll take our chances."
"Yeah, now that your not dating Yamcha anymore, you might meet some nice young man and let him drag you off into the bushes." Chichi gave her a sly look, but the bate had been thrown the spiky haired warriors way. The look he gave her didn't escape notice either.
Bulma grabbed her arm and drug her out the door. She didn't like the suspicious look her friend was giving her. She wasn't anywhere near as naïve as her husband.
Vegeta stared at the closed door. He had just made a complete ass of himself and literally slapped himself on the forehead. He decided to just forgo his dinner and go back to training. He was so furious he was ready to destroy something. It had taken him so off guard when she had come down dressed in that outfit. It was hard to believe it had just been a really bizarre coincident.
For the next few hours he trained at 450 times normal. The strain helped him rid his brain of her image. But as soon as he stopped, there she was again, tormenting him. He sighed in frustration, looking out the window again. The party was still going strong. He'd had all he could take for one night.
Bulma dragged in a little after two in the morning. She was exhausted. Who could have known bartending could be such a tiring job. She kicked her shoes off and padded up to her room. She glanced at Vegeta's door. It was half open. That was highly unusual, he wasn't training, and the capsule had been shutdown when she came in.
Tapping lightly she poked her head in to find him leaning on the window seal, staring up at the sky. "Vegeta?"
He turned his head slightly then looked back out the open window. "Didn't find some nice man to drag into the bushes?" his voice was tired and lacked its usual harshness.
"I didn't say I was looking for one, did I?" she leaned down on the seal next to him. He was really acting strange today. Could he actually be jealous? She reached up and plucked the feather out of her hair, then pulled the pins letting it cascade down around her shoulders.
Vegeta watched her blue hair fall around her face. He reached out and took hold of a curl and he rubbed it between his fingers. Soft. "What are you looking for?"
Bulma sat for a moment. More than a little shocked at his actions, but unwilling to move in fear of breaking the moment. "Someone to love me. Someone to love." She sighed. "Don't you ever long for something like that?"
He laughed lightly. "I have no desire to make myself weak by feeling such petty emotions. Besides, who could love me?"
She reached up and stroked his face, and smiled when he didn't pull away. "I think you could be very loveable if you'd let someone get close to you. You can be rather charming when you don't act like such an asshole." She giggled.
"Humph." He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the feel of her hand against his skin. The light scent of her perfume tickled his nose. "There's nothing loveable about me. Warriors aren't loveable, they're supposed to be feared and respected."
"Life's no good if all you have is respect from fear. Friends respect you because they care about you."
"You don't respect me, because you don't fear Me." He frowned.
"Oh, sure I do. Respect you that is. You just really piss me off sometimes. But don't sit there and tell me you don't enjoy our fights. I know you start things on purpose a lot of times. So just think, if I was afraid of you, then I wouldn't argue with you. Then you'd be pretty bored."
He gave her an appraising look. "Why aren't you afraid of me woman?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I was terrified of you when we met on Namek. I guess mainly because of the things I had heard. Then when you got wished back to earth and all the things that went on, you just seemed so out of place. I just sort of felt sorry for you, being so alone and all." She saw him tense. "No, now don't go jump the gun on me here. I don't feel one damn bit sorry for you. I know you can take care of yourself quite well and you don't need anybody, but I do. And I guess I just felt some sort of bond with you. Even though you don't, I think of you as a friend, and I do care about you. I guess I even love you a little, when you're nice to me."
He stared at her. Stunned. Did she actually say she loved him? Even if it was only a little. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. Part of him was elated. But another part rebelled at the thought. Love meant opening oneself up to more pain when trusts were broken. And he didn't want to trust anyone. But she had just admitted in so many words, that she trusted him.
Bulma stifled a yawn and stood to go, taking his silence as the end of the conversation. Her hand was caught in his tight grasp, and she looked down into his hooded eyes. So black.
"I had a dream. You were wearing that exact dress. That's why I was so shocked when I saw you tonight."
"Gosh. What are the odds on that? What was the dream about? Man, I can't believe you actually dreamed about me."
"It was really more of a nightmare. I couldn't wake up until I got killed." He shuttered slightly. "You cried." He smirked.
"What was I in your dream. I mean, I guess I was a saloon girl, but what was I to you?" she was really curious.
"That's not important."
"What? It is to me! Was I a town slut or did I mean something to you?" she put her free hand on her hip and glared down at him.
"You were my wife, woman."
"Really? You really dreamed I was your wife? Aww ! That's so sweet. Well, at least I got to be married somewhere. Did we have any kids? How'd you get killed?"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to tell you about it woman. I've said to much as it is."
She giggled, suddenly feeling very mischievous. "Did we have wild passionate sex?" his eyes got big and he let go of her hand a little to quickly. "Aghh! We did! You dreamed we made love! Well? How was it?"
"Woman! Don't you know when to shut up?" he was blushing again. How did she always manage to make him do that? He stood, with every intention of tossing her out of his room, but he looked into those dancing blue eyes and stopped. "Yes. I made you scream with pleasure and profess your undying gratitude for blessing you with my favor." He smirked.
She smirked back. "Yeah, right monkey boy."
"Oh, but its true. You begged for more. Screamed my name out several times." He pulled her into his embrace.
"Begged? I doubt that. More likely, you begged me." She ran her fingers over his bare chest, delighting in the softness of his skin pulled tight over rock hard muscles. What was happening here? Was he flirting?
"Only in your dreams woman." He kissed her neck, blazing a trail of fire down her collar bone and back up her throat until he reached her mouth. He traced her lips with his tongue before finally seeking entrance. His kiss was so passionately demanding that it drained whatever thoughts she had completely from her.
She groaned as his hands easily tore the dress and let it drop in a blue heap on the floor. Then she felt herself lifted in his strong arms and gently deposited on the bed. For a brief second, she was alone. Then he was back. Crushing her into the soft mattress. His naked body burning into her flesh. His mouth moved across her shoulder, down to her breasts. She gasped as his hot tongue, flicked over her nipples, causing her to arch her back. Her hands combed through his hair and she realized that it was soft and silky feeling.
His hand moved between her legs, rubbing the hot moistness before he slipped two fingers inside her, causing her to arch even more against him. It was almost too much for him when she reached down and took his shaft in her hand and stroked boldly, causing him to emit his own growl of pleasure.
He rolled on her, being careful to keep his full wait completely from her. With one hand under her rear, the other planted firmly on the bed for support, he covered her mouth with his and drove deep inside her with one gentle thrust. He felt her intake of breath at his entrance.
Oh Kami! She thought. He's so big! She moaned as he began to slide in and out. She raised her hips to meet him with each thrust until she felt she would explode. A small scream escaped her lips as she climaxed and dug her nails into his back.
With one last thrust, he growled loudly and spilled himself into her. His body shuttered with pleasure at the release. He hadn't expected to react this strongly to the woman as he felt the odd sensation come over him. It was as if he had suddenly been set free from a prison after years of bondage. Panting, and covered with sweat, he buried his face in the hollow of her throat, listening to her wild heart beat. And fell asleep in her embrace.
Ok, if ya want me to write another chapter I will. But I don't know how long it will take. Sorry for the long delay. Please review!!!! I like sex, but writing about it is really awkward!!