Chapter 9: Red Handed
Vegeta looked over at the woman sitting next to him in the dark corner booth of the most posh nightclub in West Capital City. After a few phone calls she had actually found out that Yamcha really was going out with the boys to this silly place. That just happened to be teaming with available young women.
Bulma sipped absently at her drink and watched her fiancé as he sat at the bar surrounded by a hoard of giggling, obnoxious girls. 'Jerk. Boy is he gonna get it.'
"When are you going to confront him?" Vegeta sighed. The music was hurting his sensitive ears. 'How did I let her drag me to this hell hole?' He tugged at the collar of his shirt, ready to rid of the fashionable attire. 'And hers too.' He smiled slightly.
She looked back at him. 'Hmm. Wonder what he's smiling about.' "He hasn't done anything yet. I want to catch him red handed so he can't squirm his way out of it this time."
"Then what?"
"Um.. well…I don't know."
"I'd kill him." he suggested easily.
"Oh, Vegeta." She rolled her eyes at him, then laughed. "That would be to easy. I want him to suffer."
"Any ideas on how to accomplish that?" he smirked at the blush that crept onto her cheeks.
"Nothing I'm willing to share with you just yet."
He quirked an eyebrow at the loaded remark. "Well, I'll be sure and be ready when to decide to 'share'." He flashed her a toothy grin.
She felt her face grow warmer. 'Kami, I hate it when he does that.' Her whole body went weak. He so seldom let go, that when he did it always shocked her into a wobbly legged school girl. Clearing her throat, she glanced back at her quarry to see him giving a victory sign to his buddies before heading out the door with a lanky brunette draped on his arm.
"Looks like the action is starting." He closed his eyes and blocked out all the pitiful chi's in the room and locked onto the scar faced warriors. "Anytime you're ready woman."
"We'll give him a few minutes head start. His apartment is only a few blocks away, and I'm betting that that's where he's heading." She flipped some money out on the table to pay for the drinks before following her now ex-fiancé out the door.
Hours later.
Bulma pulled the ring from her finger and laid it on top of the picture that had been turned face down on the nightstand. After one more look at the sleeping couple, she slipped quietly from the room. Yeah. She could have woken them both and made a huge scene. Humiliated everyone. But the really subtle message she had left would be enough to strike fear in his heart and let him know what was going to happen.
Vegeta was leaning against the car, his face schooled into an almost emotionless expression. He watched the woman wipe a tear from her cheek. The ring was gone.
"Please Vegeta. Just don't say 'I told you so'. I'm really not in the mood."
He made a little sigh, and slipped into the driver's seat. "Get in."
She obeyed quietly, even though she knew he didn't have a license. "I didn't know you could drive?"
The corner of his lip turned up. "There's a lot you don't know about me Woman."
"I'd like to, ya know." She curled up in the seat facing him. 'I really would.'
He pulled out of the drive and sped up before glancing over at her. She looked sincere enough. "Humph. I really doubt that. My life story would be enough to put you in an asylum."
"I didn't mean I wanted to know about everyone you've ever killed dummy. I just meant I'd like to get to know you."
"You already know me better than anyone else. With the exception of Nappa." He'd been with the big bald Saiyan practically since he was born. 'Maybe I shouldn't have killed him.'
Bulma sighed. 'What now? Well, here goes..'. "Vegeta. I know about the bet between you and Yamcha." She watched his face. The only sign to indicate he had even heard her was a single drop of sweat that beaded up on his temple. Then he frowned.
"How long?"
"Since the beginning."
His scowl deepened. "So. You've been playing me for a fool all this time." His voice was calm. To calm.
She blinked. 'He's mad? Wait a minute!' "You! I've been playing you for a fool? Now if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black! I find out that my boyfriend, whom I trusted more than anybody, and you, who I thought was becoming someone I could trust, made a bet to see who could land me in the sack first, and I'm playing you for a fool!? Aghh! I can't imagine what would have happened if I hadn't found out!"
He stomped the brake causing the car to skid to a violent halt.
Screaming, she grasped the dash to keep from being hurled into it. "Are you crazy!"
He looked over into her frightened face. "Why are you telling me this now?" his voice was edged with suspicion.
"Because I'm tired of playing games. And I'm hurt! I thought if I got Yamcha off my mind that I would have time to deal with you. Figure you out. But I let myself get sucked into this little act you've been putting on. I found myself liking it. Liking for you to pay attention to me. Even though I knew it was all a lie. Don't get me wrong, if I could, I'd kick yours and Yamcha's ass for putting me through this." She sniffed a few times and turned her back to him. 'What do I care if he sees me cry.'
He pushed the gas and headed for home. Listening to her cry until she began to hiccup.
"You're weak."
"I prefer to think of it as having a heart." She sniffed.
"Are you going to take him back?"
"No. I might eventually forgive him, but I'll never let him back into my heart like that again."
"Good." He stated simply.
"That doesn't mean you win."
"I haven't lost yet either."
"Well, it really doesn't matter anymore. It's my house and I'm not going to let you two idiots dictate who can stay and who can't." she crossed her arms and glared at him.
"You're weak."
"So you keep telling me."
He pulled into the drive and cut the engine. "Now what?"
"I don't know. I'm so pissed right now I could punch a wall."
"Good. Go get into something comfortable. One of those workout suits you wear, and meet me at the G.R." he got out, followed closely by his protégé.
"What for?"
"Stress relief." He chuckled and walked towards the gravity chamber leaving her standing in the middle of the driveway.
Ok. This one was a little short because I decided to cut it in half. The next chapter will be out in a couple days if not sooner. I had originally had it as one really long chapter, but it just seemed to need to be on its own. It will be a HUGE lemon. So stay tuned.
Vegeta looked over at the woman sitting next to him in the dark corner booth of the most posh nightclub in West Capital City. After a few phone calls she had actually found out that Yamcha really was going out with the boys to this silly place. That just happened to be teaming with available young women.
Bulma sipped absently at her drink and watched her fiancé as he sat at the bar surrounded by a hoard of giggling, obnoxious girls. 'Jerk. Boy is he gonna get it.'
"When are you going to confront him?" Vegeta sighed. The music was hurting his sensitive ears. 'How did I let her drag me to this hell hole?' He tugged at the collar of his shirt, ready to rid of the fashionable attire. 'And hers too.' He smiled slightly.
She looked back at him. 'Hmm. Wonder what he's smiling about.' "He hasn't done anything yet. I want to catch him red handed so he can't squirm his way out of it this time."
"Then what?"
"Um.. well…I don't know."
"I'd kill him." he suggested easily.
"Oh, Vegeta." She rolled her eyes at him, then laughed. "That would be to easy. I want him to suffer."
"Any ideas on how to accomplish that?" he smirked at the blush that crept onto her cheeks.
"Nothing I'm willing to share with you just yet."
He quirked an eyebrow at the loaded remark. "Well, I'll be sure and be ready when to decide to 'share'." He flashed her a toothy grin.
She felt her face grow warmer. 'Kami, I hate it when he does that.' Her whole body went weak. He so seldom let go, that when he did it always shocked her into a wobbly legged school girl. Clearing her throat, she glanced back at her quarry to see him giving a victory sign to his buddies before heading out the door with a lanky brunette draped on his arm.
"Looks like the action is starting." He closed his eyes and blocked out all the pitiful chi's in the room and locked onto the scar faced warriors. "Anytime you're ready woman."
"We'll give him a few minutes head start. His apartment is only a few blocks away, and I'm betting that that's where he's heading." She flipped some money out on the table to pay for the drinks before following her now ex-fiancé out the door.
Hours later.
Bulma pulled the ring from her finger and laid it on top of the picture that had been turned face down on the nightstand. After one more look at the sleeping couple, she slipped quietly from the room. Yeah. She could have woken them both and made a huge scene. Humiliated everyone. But the really subtle message she had left would be enough to strike fear in his heart and let him know what was going to happen.
Vegeta was leaning against the car, his face schooled into an almost emotionless expression. He watched the woman wipe a tear from her cheek. The ring was gone.
"Please Vegeta. Just don't say 'I told you so'. I'm really not in the mood."
He made a little sigh, and slipped into the driver's seat. "Get in."
She obeyed quietly, even though she knew he didn't have a license. "I didn't know you could drive?"
The corner of his lip turned up. "There's a lot you don't know about me Woman."
"I'd like to, ya know." She curled up in the seat facing him. 'I really would.'
He pulled out of the drive and sped up before glancing over at her. She looked sincere enough. "Humph. I really doubt that. My life story would be enough to put you in an asylum."
"I didn't mean I wanted to know about everyone you've ever killed dummy. I just meant I'd like to get to know you."
"You already know me better than anyone else. With the exception of Nappa." He'd been with the big bald Saiyan practically since he was born. 'Maybe I shouldn't have killed him.'
Bulma sighed. 'What now? Well, here goes..'. "Vegeta. I know about the bet between you and Yamcha." She watched his face. The only sign to indicate he had even heard her was a single drop of sweat that beaded up on his temple. Then he frowned.
"How long?"
"Since the beginning."
His scowl deepened. "So. You've been playing me for a fool all this time." His voice was calm. To calm.
She blinked. 'He's mad? Wait a minute!' "You! I've been playing you for a fool? Now if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black! I find out that my boyfriend, whom I trusted more than anybody, and you, who I thought was becoming someone I could trust, made a bet to see who could land me in the sack first, and I'm playing you for a fool!? Aghh! I can't imagine what would have happened if I hadn't found out!"
He stomped the brake causing the car to skid to a violent halt.
Screaming, she grasped the dash to keep from being hurled into it. "Are you crazy!"
He looked over into her frightened face. "Why are you telling me this now?" his voice was edged with suspicion.
"Because I'm tired of playing games. And I'm hurt! I thought if I got Yamcha off my mind that I would have time to deal with you. Figure you out. But I let myself get sucked into this little act you've been putting on. I found myself liking it. Liking for you to pay attention to me. Even though I knew it was all a lie. Don't get me wrong, if I could, I'd kick yours and Yamcha's ass for putting me through this." She sniffed a few times and turned her back to him. 'What do I care if he sees me cry.'
He pushed the gas and headed for home. Listening to her cry until she began to hiccup.
"You're weak."
"I prefer to think of it as having a heart." She sniffed.
"Are you going to take him back?"
"No. I might eventually forgive him, but I'll never let him back into my heart like that again."
"Good." He stated simply.
"That doesn't mean you win."
"I haven't lost yet either."
"Well, it really doesn't matter anymore. It's my house and I'm not going to let you two idiots dictate who can stay and who can't." she crossed her arms and glared at him.
"You're weak."
"So you keep telling me."
He pulled into the drive and cut the engine. "Now what?"
"I don't know. I'm so pissed right now I could punch a wall."
"Good. Go get into something comfortable. One of those workout suits you wear, and meet me at the G.R." he got out, followed closely by his protégé.
"What for?"
"Stress relief." He chuckled and walked towards the gravity chamber leaving her standing in the middle of the driveway.
Ok. This one was a little short because I decided to cut it in half. The next chapter will be out in a couple days if not sooner. I had originally had it as one really long chapter, but it just seemed to need to be on its own. It will be a HUGE lemon. So stay tuned.
