Chapter 7
Even the way her body moved while she spoke sang to him in a sexual melody. The dress, oh the dress did nothing to help his cause. Constructing her body in new angles that only made him want to rip it off her.
Her long blue locks fell around her shoulders, her eyes were dramatised by the golden makeup around them.
"How do you know Goku and Chichi?" Vegeta asked, grabbing his drink from the bartender.
"I grew up with Goku, we have been friends since we were kids"
"This shit is just too coincidental… How have we never met?" Vegeta smirked.
Bulma brought a finger up to her lip in thought. Vegeta watched her movements.
"I thought about that too... I guess when you met them I had already faded out of their world a little… When did you meet them?"
"Five or six years ago, when they joined the same fighting gym" Vegeta said.
"Well that is when I first started at Capsule Corp, and when I got with…" She started.
Her bright blue eyes suddenly became frightened. Bulma quickly looked around the room.
"Got with… what do you mean…owwwww" Vegeta started laughing.
He had wondered about her ex, who he was, what he looked like, what kind of man he was. It was time to find out it seemed. Bulma only continued to turn her head around in a panic.
"Your ex is here isn't he?"
"Oh shit, I forgot about Yamcha!" Bulma hissed.
"Yamcha? Oh man, this just keeps getting better!" Vegeta was cackling now.
"What is so funny?" Bulma finally demanded.
"Just enjoying your precarious situation"
"Do you know him?" Bulma asked.
"He has been to the gym once or twice…"
"Omg! You can't say anything to him, it will all kick off and it will ruin Goku and Chichi's night!"
Vegeta held his hands up in a defensive manner. "I won't say anything, but I can't say the same for them…" Vegeta said, looking behind Bulma.
Goku was now surrounded by the men in the group, detailing the scene before them.
"Bulma's the chick he has been talking to?!" Raditz screamed.
Bulma slapped her face as it flashed red. Vegeta chuckled and sipped his Glenfiddich.
"What have you told them?" Bulma hissed.
"I have said nothing other than… I had a random number message me and it turned out to be an attractive woman. I told them I had met her once, that's it. What have you been telling your friends?" Vegeta asked, eyeing her curiously.
Bulma's face dropped. His suspicions were right, she had been telling her girl friends about him. How much they knew still remained a mystery.
"We should find our tables" He said, smirking.
"Fuck my life"
Both Bulma and Vegeta were at the main table of friends. Bulma fidgeted while she waited for the inevitable. Vegeta had read the table seatings list with her, and had laughed loudly at the results.
Yamcha was also seated at their table on the table list. Bulma silently cursed Chichi, she should have known better! Bulma was seated across from Vegeta. An empty seat, which was Yamcha's, was painfully visible right next to hers in her peripheral vision. What the fuck was Chichi thinking? Vegeta was in conversation with Raditz, but his eyes almost never left Bulma. He seemed to be enjoying watching her squirm in her seat.
18 leaned in toward Bulma. "I still can't believe Vegeta's phone number is one digit different to mine"
"Everything about this whole situation is weird! And fucked!"
"Don't worry, Yamcha probably won't even show up. He never came to our engagement, remember?"
"You're right, maybe he won't come"
"Someone else at this table will be coming tonight though won't he?" 18 winked at her.
Bulma growled softly at her. "Shut your fucking mouth! Don't joke about this! You are enjoying this too much, aren't you?"
18 laughed hard, wiping tears from her eyes. "More than you can ever imagine! I thought tonight was going to be boring"
"I'm glad my misery entertains you!" Bulma said, crossing her arms.
"I knew you would be miserable without me"
All the air in Bulma's lungs evacuated her body as the familiar voice rang in her eyes. She turned her head, pale white. Yamcha stood behind the empty chair, in a black tux with a white shirt.
"Hi Yamcha" She said in her sweetest voice.
The whole table had gone quiet, watching the two. Vegeta lent back in his chair, crossing his arms and smirking widely.
"Hi everyone!" Yamcha said smiling, he pulled out his chair and sat next to Bulma.
"Hey Yamcha" Everyone sang out in unison. Except for Vegeta, who only managed to chuckle to himself. Everyone pretended to go back to their conversations, but it was obvious that they were watching the two ex-partners.
"So, what are you miserable about babe?"
"Don't call me that Yamcha…" Bulma sighed.
"Sorry, force of habit." He sat his drink down on the table. "So, how have you been?" He asked, turning his whole focus toward her.
"Busy"
"Sounds like you, all work and no play"
"Opposed to no work and all play?" Bulma asked, flipping some of her hair off her shoulder.
Yamcha laughed. "You're cute when your angry"
"Is that what you say to all the girls when you piss them off" Bulma asked, smiling.
"Only you"
"Oh please.." she huffed
"So anyone new in the picture? I've been dating a lot, trying to fit them all into my schedule has been problematic to say the least"
Bulma felt the anger build up inside her stomach. Was he trying to make her jealous? The fucking hide of him! All he was managing to achieve was hurting her further and making her resent him. The table had grown quiet.
"That's great Yamcha, but I am the last person who wants to hear about it" Bulma said, turning her head away from him.
"I heard there is a new guy on the scene though Bulma, isn't that right" Raditz called out from across the table, snarling in laughter.
"Raditz!" Chichi hissed.
Everyone's full attention converged again on the two. You could have heard a pin drop.
"Bulma, is that true?" Yamcha asked.
"Whether it is or not is none of your fucking business!" Bulma proclaimed, standing up. "18, I'm going to the bathroom, are you coming?"
Bulma stormed off before allowing her to answer. 18 got up sheepishly and followed her friend.
"Argh! He infuriates me!" Bulma yelled, slamming her hands onto the bench. "He has the audacity to boast to me about his conquests after what he put me through?!"
"I think he was trying to make you jealous…" 18 shrugged.
"Well all he did was piss me off! I will start to hate him soon 18!"
"I understand, but it's still pretty raw. I know you have said you are over him, but it takes more than a couple of months to get over a decade long relationship" 18 said, propping herself up on the bench.
"I know, I just… I'm so confused at the moment"
"With all this stuff happening with Vegeta?"
"Yeah"
"There's no harm in having fun, especially if it makes you feel good. It makes you feel good right?" 18 asked.
"Yes, it does.."
"Bulma! What happened?" Chichi asked as she entered the women's bathroom.
"Why would you seat him next to me Chichi?" Bulma quickly asked.
"I thought… Bulma you need to settle down, all this casual sex you are having… You should be getting married, starting a family! Yamcha was your first love, you can make it last with him with a bit of work" Chichi explained.
"All this casual sex? Chichi I have had sex once since leaving him! And even if you felt that way… you decided to force Yamcha on me like that? Chichi, he cheated on me! Used me for my family's money! You know how much he hurt me… How could you think that I deserve that?" Bulma asked.
"Well he has some things to work on, if only you'd give him a chance!"
"I don't want to Chichi, just stay the fuck out of my love life!" Bulma said, storming out of the bathroom.
Fury set in, She felt her face grow hot in a mixture of embarrassment and anger. A strong but gentle hand grabbed onto her wrists and pulled her to the side, just in time for 18 and Chichi to walk past, not releasing Bulma had been pulled aside.
She turned her face and was met with his handsome features. Soft but amused.
"Who were you off to annihilate?" He asked.
Bulma let out a long sigh. "No one"
"It didn't appear that way just now"
"I'm sorry you had to witness that scene"
"Why are you apologising? As fun as it was to watch… That guy is a fucking tool" Vegeta said.
"You're not wrong, he can't be surprised I left him" Bulma said.
"You are too good for him"
"Come outside with me? I need a break" She sighed.
Vegeta grabbed her hand and led her out to the terrace area. They found a secluded corner and lent against the railing.
"You look stunning tonight" Vegeta said, running the back of his hand down her side.
She giggled at his touch. "Thanks, you scrub up ok yourself" She nudged him.
Bulma enjoyed the fact that he didn't press for information about Yamcha. Even though that part of her life was over and done with, it still hurt to see him. That's even without him rubbing other women in her face. But having Vegeta there made the sting ease. His body in tailored clothes really did help with the horrible situation she was currently in also.
"So who did you find the island with?" Bulma asked as the thought popped into her head.
"Two friends, Brolly and Napa and my younger brother Tarble. We were all in a group home together at one point as kids, we've been travelling the world ever since" Vegeta said, slipping his hand around to her back and running his fingers over her naked skin.
Bulma shuddered at his touch, smiling widely. Vegeta lent into her ear.
"Is our bet still on?" Vegeta whispered.
"Depends, you still need to name your prize if you win" She said.
"Hmmm, I think you will enjoy it too" He growled.
"What is it?"
"There is this masked ball, an annual event which is invitation only. I want you to come with me this year"
Sensing more to this than he was letting on, Bulma pushed herself up off the railing and his touch.
She faced him. "And what happens at this masked ball?"
Vegeta smirked. "You are a clever woman"
"Vegeta…"
"After the host has addressed the ball and made his speech, everyone lets go of their inhibition and the true debauchery of the ball begins" He said, drinking in her body before him.
"You're kidding, oh my god... Vegeta an orgie?" She blushed, covering some of her pretty face up.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him again. "I won't make you, but I think you would like to check it out. You can just watch if you want, or you can be watched" He whispered into her ear.
She moaned and grabbed his arms hard.
"If I win, you'll come with me?"
Bulma looked into his eyes, feeling herself throb between her legs at the thought. He was really pushing some buttons no one had ever been near before.
"Deal"
Her body stepped back from him and he held out his hand.
"The first to crack by the end of the night.." He said.
She grabbed his hand, squeezed hard and shook it. "Loses"
Knowing he was watching, she grabbed 18, pulling the woman close to her. 18 went with her friend's suggestive move and began to grind on her. Bulma swiftly looked for his gaze, she met it and wasn't disappointed with his facial expressions. He was right, she did enjoy being watched.
The night had descended into a drunken chaos that only an open bar in a fancy hotel could. The three women and some of the guys had been on the dancefloor for the better part of an hour already. It was getting hot and sweaty.
Bulma had completely ignored Yamcha the entire night. Chichi had made an attempt to appease her friend by moving him and switching to her seat. If Bulma was honest, she knew in Chichi's own fucked up way, she was just trying to help. But she was out of line nonetheless.
After the tense aura faded, Bulma concentrated on beginning to win the little bet she had with Vegeta. They hadn't managed to get each other alone again after their little talk. However as the night went on, the tension grew between them as they watched each other. He was kidding himself if he thought he was going to win. She looked into his eyes again, he was leaning against the bar. He looked as if he would pounce on her, like he wanted to go for the jugular. It was thrilling and anxiety inducing, making her blood pump faster in her veins.
"What are you two up to?" 18 asked.
Bulma hadn't even noticed that her friend had caught onto their eye contact.
"We have a bet going on" Bulma admitted.
"What bet?"
"Who caves first…" Bulma laughed.
"Oh, as if he will win, look at him… he's practically drooling"
"Honestly, I am struggling"
"Bulma, come on..."
"You don't understand what he does to me" Bulma giggled.
"You need to up your game" 18 said.
"How?"
He friend lent into her ear and whispered a game plan. Bulma giggled and nodded her head.
"Perfect!"
"There's no time like the present" 18 winked.
Bulma considered her suggestion. "Fuck it, goodnight" She said, walking away from her friend and back over to Vegeta.
A smirk appeared on his face as she approached. She switched her weight and twisted her body so her back lent up against the bar, beside him. She lent into his ear.
"Let's kick this up a notch…" She said, just loud enough for him to hear over the music.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Come up to my room with me?" She purred.
Vegeta took in a deep breath. "Lead the way" He conceded.
Her hand slipped into his and she began to walk away from him. He let her pull him toward the exit as they veered through the dwindling crowd, trying to go unnoticed by anyone in the group.
Managing to fulfill their plot to sneak out of the party, they reached the elevators. Bulma pressed the up button and turned back to him.
"You managed to get a room here?"
"Yeah, work credit card" She winked.
Vegeta snickered. "You bad girl"
She bit her lip. "You have no idea"
Vegeta brushed hair away from her neck and lent in, kissing her skin gently with his lips.
"You have no idea what I want to do to you…"
Vibrations from his voice hit the small hairs on her skin and made her shuddered. She had ideas of exactly what he would be doing and they weren't helping. She had to keep a cool head, she had to win this.
"You won't get to do any of them until you submit and acknowledge defeat" She said, grazing his hand that had slipped around her waist.
"We'll see…" He growled.
The elevator ring sang out as the doors clicked and separated immediately. Bulma stepped in, still holding his hand. He followed her. She fumbled for her room key, finding it she swiped the sensor and pressed the penthouse button. Vegeta didn't seem to notice what floor she had just selected as he began grabbing her hips and pulling her close.
"Bulma?" A voice uttered from the lobby.
Bulma and Vegeta looked up as the elevator rang out its warning bell. Yamcha, eyes wide with rage looked out at them. Vegeta smirked and grabbed Bulma's face, kissing her passionately. The doors slammed shut.
Bulma pulled away from Vegeta, she watched him for a moment, deciding whether she was angry with him for what he just did or not.
As if reading her mind he spoke. "Don't feel sorry for the weasel"
It was Bulma's turn to smirk. She had to acknowledge when he was right, and he fucking was. she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Gravity seemed to shake inside the elevator as it began its ascend.
A/N: Thank you so much for reviewing this fic, I'm loving all the input, please keep it coming. I have no concrete plans for it, just having fun and seeing where it takes us :)
