Author's Note:
The long awaited date night scene! Enjoy.
of course there's smut ;) *
Chapter 23: Fare l'Amore al Primo Appuntamento
Bulma was putting laundry away Wednesday night when there was a knock at the door. She put on her robe, thinking it was probably just Goku or maybe even Krillin looking for 18. When she answered the door her jaw hit the floor. Standing before her was Vegeta. In a suit. A black, fitted suit with a white linen dress shirt and a bow tie. He held a bouquet of red roses in his hands. Bulma couldn't stop staring. She was in complete shock. And seeing her boyfriend dressed up like this made her mind go completely blank. But not her body. Somewhere beneath her shocked interior, her body was responding to how fucking hot Vegeta looked right then.
"Woman," Vegeta finally said in his husky
voice. He smirked at his girlfriend's astonished expression. She just kept staring. Completely unresponsive.
"Bulma, who was at the door-" 18 asked, coming out of her room followed by Chi Chi exiting her own. They both stopped when they saw Vegeta in the doorway. "Holy shit..."
Vegeta stepped forward and grasped Bulma's chin, closing her mouth. "As much as I love the ego boost this reaction is giving me right now, I need you to get ready so we don't miss our reservations." He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. Bulma said nothing.
Finally, 18 came up behind Bulma and grabbed her by the shoulders. "We'll make sure she's presentable. Give us thirty minutes." Her and Chi Chi ushered Bulma into her room and Vegeta took a seat on the couch.
In Bulma's bedroom, 18 pushed Bulma down to sit on her bed while she and Chi Chi went to riffle through the closet. They each took a different side and started throwing dresses onto the bed while Bulma continued to sit there stunned.
Chi Chi suddenly came across a garment bag in the very back. She unzipped it and grinned. "What about this?" she asked 18.
"Yes! That's perfect." 18 went to go get Bulma, making her stand from the bed. "We're so lucky you just got out of the shower," she said. "What do you want to do, Chi? I was thinking a nice coiffe to the side for the hair?"
"That'll be pretty. I say we go very subtle on the makeup. A nude lip definitely."
They set to work, rummaging through all of Bulma's makeup scattered across the bathroom counter. Once they had her hair rolled and flowing down her right shoulder and her lashes thoroughly mascara-ed, 18 threw a black, lacy bustier and matching panties at Bulma. "Here. Put these on. Then we can get you in the dress and do final touches."
Chi Chi and 18 left the bathroom to let Bulma put on her unmentionables. Bulma removed her clothes methodically. She was still stunned into silence. She finally caught her reflection in the mirror, seeing herself in nothing but lingerie snapping her back to reality. She still couldn't believe what was happening. Vegeta in a suit... She shook her head clear before her mind got away from her again. She opened the bathroom door to meet her friends waiting for her in her room.
"Wow," Chi Chi gasped.
18 smirked. "The ass will definitely be pleased with you in and out of this dress. Come on. Step in." She held out the dress for Bulma to step into. Chi Chi helped Bulma get into the dress, holding her arm as 18 shimmied it up Bulma's body then zipped it up in the back.
"Here. I found these," Chi Chi said, placing a pair of heels on the floor in front of Bulma to step into.
"Perfect," 18 smiled. "See for yourself." She lead Bulma over to her full length mirror.
Bulma gasped in shock. She knew she was pretty by normal standards. But it had been a long while since she had been all dressed up. She almost didn't recognize herself in the mirror. She looked gorgeous in an emerald green, strapless dress that clung to her chest and torso in an elegant ruched pattern then flowed straight down from her hips to the floor. Her hair was twisted to the side with tendrils falling down in soft curls. Her eyelashes fluttered thick and black. Her lips a perfect pout in pale beige. "Wow..." She could see her friends in the mirror smiling behind her. She turned around and said, "thank you guys. You did an amazing job." She pulled them into a hug.
"You're beautiful, Bulma," Chi Chi said, looking like she might cry.
"Okay. No more of this sappiness. Your man is waiting. And I have to say he looks very sexy in that getup of his tonight."
"That he does," Bulma said. She felt nervous butterflies in her belly. 18 and Chi Chi had to practically push her out of the room.
At the sound of the bedroom door opening, Vegeta shot up from his seat on the couch. When he turned and saw Bulma standing there, he was afraid his heart had stopped. "Bulma..."
They walked toward each other but stopped short.
"You look beautiful," Vegeta whispered.
Bulma blushed. "And you look very dapper yourself," she remarked, having found her voice.
Vegeta couldn't take his eyes off the woman in front of him. They don't know how long they stood staring at each other like that. It took 18 coming up to them, taking the bouquet of flowers saying she'll put them in a vase, before they were able to walk out the door.
Outside Bulma's jaw dropped once more as she saw a sleek, black limousine waiting for them. Vegeta gave her his shit-eating grin as he motioned for her to slide in before him. As the driver shut the door behind Vegeta, he grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Still in shock?" he asked Bulma.
"Definitely."
Vegeta chuckled. "You look amazing. I can't stop staring at you."
Bulma leaned toward him, placing her hand on the lapel of his suit jacket. "And you look like sex on a stick."
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Sex on a stick, huh?" Bulma nodded her head slowly.
"God, you're a vixen," he growled, grabbing the back of her head and smashing her lips to his. Bulma moaned against his mouth. She had missed this. She moved to be as close to him as she could without sitting in his lap. He moved his hand up her thigh. This kiss was passionate. As if they hadn't seen each other in years. Vegeta pulled away first. Before things could get too out of hand. He didn't want to have sex in the back of the limo. Not yet anyways. He caressed Bulma's face, fixing her lipstick that he'd smeared. "I love you."
"I love you. So much," Bulma replied, also wiping lipstick from Vegeta's mouth.
All too soon the limo came to a stop and the driver opened the door for them. Vegeta stepped out first then held out his hand to Bulma to help her out next. She stepped out and saw that they were outside a fancy Italian restaurant she hadn't been to before, which was saying something since Bulma frequented a lot of high-end restaurants. This place looked like the the Ritz-Carlton.
"What is this place?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta smiled down at her, placing his arm around her waist and walking her to the door where a maître d' opened it for them. "Osteria dei Mascalzoni," he replied in perfect Italian.
Bulma returned his smile. "What's it mean?"
"Tavern of the Scoundrels," Vegeta smirked.
"And how do you know about this place?"
"A friend of Nappa's is the chef here."
Bulma's eyes grew wide with surprise. Who else do these people know? Bulma thought
They walked through a high archway and entered a vast room with a massive chandelier above them and a small podium at the center. Vegeta approached the young man standing as host. "Reservation for two under Ouji."
"Right this way Mr. Ouji. Madam." The man motioned for them to follow him through the dining area where many people in fancy dress were chatting quietly and eating. The dining room was dim compared to the entryway. Bulma felt like they were walking forever in the darkness. They walked past what looked to be a string quartet, lightly playing their instruments over the din of the dining guests. The host eventually led them up a wide staircase with intricate banisters off to the side of the great dining hall. He opened a floor to ceiling door, ushering them into a brightly lit, quaint little ballroom. There was a woman playing the piano in the corner to the left. Straight ahead stood a fireplace that was taller than both Bulma and Vegeta. To the right were framed glass French doors that led to a balcony overlooking the city. In the middle of the room sat a circular table set for two. Vegeta took Bulma's hand and led her to the table, pulling her chair out for her. Bulma sat with a small smile as Vegeta took his seat opposite her. The shit-eating grin never left his face.
Bulma was in awe. She'd been to a lot of fancy parties and events, but this was different. "How..." she trailed off. She just couldn't believe all that Vegeta had done.
"I have connections," he said huskily.
Bulma gaped at him and her belly clenched.
Their waiter appeared then to pour two glasses of pale pink wine while another server placed a bed of oysters in front of Bulma and Vegeta. They both scurried quickly from the room. Vegeta motioned for Bulma to eat first. His heart about stopped again as he saw the devious smile spread over her face.
Bulma reached out her hand to pick up an oyster. She poured some of the mignonette sauce over top. Slowly, she brought the shell up to her lips, and keeping eye contact with Vegeta, she tilted it back to slide down her throat. She grinned at him as she deposited the empty shell and went to grab another. Vegeta stopped her by taking hold of her wrist. He released her and steadily stood from his chair. He came to a hault in front of where she sat, looking down his nose at her. After a moment, he looked away and prepared another oyster. Leaning over her, he placed the shell against her bottom lip. "Head back," he softly commanded. Bulma tipped her head back and Vegeta let the oyster slide onto her tongue. She swallowed and Vegeta's eyes grew dark. He repeated this a second time, Bulma maintaining eye contact with him.
"What about you?" Bulma whispered, lost in his mesmerizing gaze.
Vegeta prepared a third oyster for himself, but instead of bringing it to his lips he handed it to Bulma. She watched his lips part, waiting for her to feed him. She stood on wobbly knees. Taking the shell in her hand, she brought it up to Vegeta's mouth. She tilted it back and saw his tongue slide out to swallow the suggestive seafood. Thoughts of what she knew his tongue was capable of made her skin tingle with desire. Vegeta ran his thumb over Bulma's bottom lip, growling as he felt the tip of her tongue caress the pad of his finger. The servers re-entered then, forcing Vegeta back in his chair before he could do anything truly naughty to the woman.
The oysters were replaced with steak served in a truffle sauce with a side of puntarelle. The waiter topped off their wine glasses and left the room. Bulma and Vegeta cut into their streaks and they were perfectly cooked. Bulma took a bite and it practically melted on her tongue, making her moan at the delicious flavors.
"I love it when you make that sound," Vegeta said, his voice raspy, sending shivers down Bulma's spine.
They continued their meal in relative silence. Except for Bulma's purposeful moans. And every time she did moan, Vegeta groaned low in the back of his throat. They shared heated looks from across the table. Bulma couldn't help her fidgeting. She could feel her panties dampening between her thighs, so she kept repositioning herself in her chair.
"Woman," Vegeta said darkly. "If you don't stop writhing around I will be unable to keep myself from fucking you on this table. And I'd really rather not scare the pianist."
Bulma gasped. She had completely forgotten about the older woman. Her face grew pink from embarrassment. And probably a little from the alcohol.
The waiter removed the main course dishes and set before them small crystal goblets of gelato. Bulma filled up her spoon and held Vegeta's gaze. Deliberately, she put the spoon in her mouth, twisting it to lick the frozen dessert from the utensil before leisurely removing the cool metal from between her lips. She smiled at Vegeta salaciously.
"Mmm. That's delicious," Bulma moaned.
Vegeta stood up from the table, leaving his dessert untouched. He towered over her and then pulled her up by the elbow, towing her to the French doors that led to the balcony. Vegeta didn't waste any time. He moved quickly to the corner of the balcony so they'd be hidden and he pushed Bulma against the railing, capturing her lips with his. He devoured her and she responded in kind. She wrapped her arms around his neck, twisting her fingers in his hair and moaned into the kiss. Vegeta had his hands on her ass, grinding his hips into her. Bulma lifted her knee to rest on Vegeta's side so he had better access to thrust into her.
"Fuck, woman," Vegeta sighed after they'd been going at it for awhile. Without warning, he stood up straight, gazing down at his girlfriend. She looked ravished. Her lipstick was smeared. Her hair vaguely tousled. She was breathing heavy and looking at him with dark desire.
"Vegeta," she exhaled. "I want you."
Vegeta smirked. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I know, baby. But not here. I want you in the limo." Bulma gasped at his suggestion. He leaned back to gauge her reaction.
With eyes wide, Bulma simply said, "yes, please."
An annoyed look crossed over Vegeta's face. "We have to thank the chef before we go first."
Bulma didn't know how she was going to keep her composure through meeting the chef. Vegeta helped her fix herself before he guided her back inside. They took their seats once more. Bulma took a big gulp of her wine. Shortly after, an older gentleman with leathery skin came to their table. He wore a chefs jacket – no hat, Bulma mused – and black trousers. He approached Vegeta with a big familiar smile.
"Vegeta," the man said with a thick Italian accent.
Vegeta stood from his chair and was immediately hauled into a bear hug. "Uncle Cino. It's good to see you."
The two men pulled back, clapping each other on the the backs of their shoulders. Vegeta put his arm out to Bulma, indicating her approach. She quickly rose from her chair, placing herself in Vegeta's hold. "This is my fidanzata, Bulma," Vegeta told the man.
"Ciao, Miss Bulma," Cino said, grasping her hand in both of his.
"Lovely to meet you, sir. The food was delicious," Bulma replied meekly. She felt very out of place for some reason. Which was odd considering she'd been in many social settings having to interact with strangers and bureaucrats alike.
The short Italian man just barked out a laugh and Vegeta smiled as well. "You have such a beautiful donna, Vegeta."
"I know," Vegeta agreed, looking lovingly down at Bulma. Bulma stopped breathing. That look...
"Ah, giovane amore," Cino sighed as he watched the couple before him. "It's so nice to see you in love, Vegeta. Piacevole." He clapped his hands together. "Well, I am so glad to see you've enjoyed my cooking. It was wonderful having you here, nipote. But I won't keep you and your lovely date." He turned his gaze to Bulma and took her hand once more. "Please be sure to make an old man happy and come again," he told her, making her blush. He just smiled.
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The limo driver was waiting for them with the door open, beckoning them inside. Once seated, they felt the low rumble of the limo as it moved down the road. Vegeta turned to Bulma, giving her a meaningful look. Her lips parted and her breathing increased. Vegeta pushed a button next to him, rolling down the partition so he could speak to the driver. "Scenic route, please. The long one." The driver just nodded and rolled the partition back up.
Vegeta pounced. He grabbed Bulma by the nape of her neck and started kissing her hungrily. Bulma pulled him to her, falling backwards onto the long seat, dragging Vegeta with her. He grabbed her side, moving his dexterous fingers along Bulma's hips, her thighs, her breasts. Everywhere he could touch her through her dress. Bulma felt like she was on fire. She pushed Vegeta's jacket off and pulled open his dress shirt, the buttons scattering to the floor of the limo. Vegeta chuckled. "In a hurry, woman?"
"Yes. Sit up so I can straddle you," she commanded breathlessly.
Vegeta followed Bulma's order, sitting up so he could watched her undress in front of him.
"Unzip me," Bulma instructed, turning her back to him. Vegeta was only happy to oblige. She found it difficult to sexily slip out of her dress in the limo, but Bulma managed. Even in her awkwardness, she was still so sexy to Vegeta. Especially, once her dress finally slid down her body and he saw what she was wearing underneath. The way the bustier hugged her cleavage was subtly obscene. And the little lace she wore as underwear were basically none-existent. She kept her heels on much to Vegeta's pleasure. She moved to sit astride him and he grabbed her hips, squeezing his way down to her ass cheeks. Bulma moved her hands up his exposed chest, leaning forward to kiss him. She swiped her tongue along the seam of his lips, asking for entrance. Once their tongues met, the floodgates opened. Bulma ground her hips down on Vegeta. She could feel his erection straining against his dress pants. She broke their kiss to undo his fly. Vegeta kept kissing down her neck to the tops of her breasts, running his tongue along the lace there. Bulma finally got his zipper down and quickly released his dick from their confines. "God, I love you," Bulma breathed. She grasped his cock in her hands, making Vegeta groan and throw his head back. He moved his hand to her panties, pushing them aside to run his fingers over her slick slit. They both moaned. Bulma sat up and positioned Vegeta's cock underneath her so she could sink down on him.
"Fuck," Vegeta swore. He grabbed her hips tighter, forcing her down on his lap and keeping her there.
Bulma gyrated her hips. "Please, Vegeta," she moaned. "Let me move."
Vegeta helped lift Bulma, sliding her along his shaft pleasantly. Bulma grabbed his shoulders. And then really started moving. They both moved in unison. Vegeta kept his hands firm on Bulma's waist, helping her as she bounced up and down his length. Their breathing was heavy, labored. They didn't care about their surroundings or the possibility of the driver hearing them. They were completely wrapped up in each other, holding each other close. Bulma felt herself building, but her body wouldn't let her fall over the edge. And Vegeta didn't want this to end.
"I could fuck you all night long, woman."
"Please," Bulma begged. "I want to cum."
"Do you, now?"
"Yes. Please." Bulma felt like she was losing her mind. All the sensation and the pent up tensions from dinner were driving her crazy. She wanted release. "Please," she begged again.
Vegeta decided to take pity on her. "Since you asked so nicely," he grinned, moving his fingers to massage her clit. He rubbed in small circles, applying pressure in more areas than others. Playing her body like an instrument. He knew her body well, listening to her breathing change as he found the rhythm she liked.
"Oh, god! Thank you!" Bulma exclaimed.
Vegeta smirked. "I'll accept a thank you once you cum." He changed pace, wrapping his arm around her waist and moving her up and down faster all while keeping up his rhythm on her clit. He was starting to feel his orgasm approaching and he pressed down his fingers to get her close to hers. Bulma's legs were shaking. All at once, her vision blurred, her breathing stopped, and her body went ridged as her orgasm exploded throughout her limbs. Vegeta followed right after her, grunting in Bulma's ear as he came inside her. It was quiet except for their heavy sighs. Bulma laid on Vegeta's chest and he relaxed against the leather.
"Thank you," Bulma said again, smiling and breathless. Vegeta chuckled.
The driver tapped on the partition, notifying them that they had arrived at their destination. They quickly redressed. They looked like they just had sex in the back of a limo. Vegeta's shirt had to stay open since there were so many buttons missing. The driver opened the door for them and they stepped out, once again standing in front of their apartment complex. They stumbled their way through the front entrance, taking the elevator instead of the stairs this time. Vegeta pushed Bulma against the elevator wall.
"I wish I could take you in this elevator right now," he said in her ear, his voice husky.
Bulma giggled. She was starting to feel the affects of their limo sexcapades and the alcohol from dinner. She felt unsteady on her feet. "I think we should stick to a bed. I'm starting to feel all that wine I had earlier."
The elevator finally arrived to their floor and Vegeta walked them down the hallway. Without warning, the door opened to Bulma's apartment and out walked Goku.
"Hey guys! You comin' in?" he asked, pointing through the door. At the sound of Goku talking, Chi Chi and 18 appeared in the doorway. Knowing smiles took over their faces at the disheveled sight of Bulma and Vegeta.
"No," Vegeta said gruffly, not liking all the attention. He dragged Bulma to his door and unlocked it. Effectively ignoring the other three ogling them.
As they stepped into his apartment, what just happened finally registered for Bulma. "Well, that was embarrassing."
"Whatever," Vegeta dismissed. "Let's go to bed."
Bulma saw the desire in his eyes and knew she was in for an even more eventful night.
A/N: Just want to say that I do not speak Italian. I tried very hard in my research to get things correct. Hopefully I didn't butcher the language too much
