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Part 2 - Vegeta (source)

Impulsion broke through him. His teeth sunk into his nails. The need to see her name pop up on his screen was driving him mental.
The date last night was mediocre at best. There was no chemistry with the woman, no spark. Vegeta needed more than a hot body and pretty features. He would offer a lot to a relationship. Either casually or in a more serious deal. With a decent personal training business running out of the gym, plus his side hussle of an online training and supplement business. Making money was not hard for him, he was set up pretty well. His lackluster date last night was friendly. But there was not much between the ears. Showing courtesy toward her, he made sure she got home safely. However, he had no intention of returning her texts. One thing was for sure, he was not laying in bed, staying up all night, thinking of her. That seat was assigned for another. Bulma.
As if he willed it into existence, his phone finally called out in a sickeningly sweet chirp. The sound elected purely so he could weed out his incoming texts and give hers priority. He hated this intensity. But he was hungry for more. Emojis in her name creating memories of her body from both of their meetings so far.

Bulma : Hi Vegeta, I was hoping to meet up again? Please call me when you're free to discuss

The formality of it left a souring taste in his mouth. Sure, she had seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. But she was a journalist. Wasn't actively listening to a source a professional skill she should have mastered? Perplexity of his thoughts made the groan in his throat that much deeper. It had never been this hard to figure out if a woman was interested or not. Bulma was, he had to admit, of a higher caliber and a little more off limits than the women he had been with before. If he was even more sincere with himself, he enjoyed the potential chase she seemingly offered. Especially when he was this decisive. He was a man after all.
A few more contemplative moments passed by, he clicked the small phone icon and waited for the line to connect. His heart just about jumped out of his throat.

"Well, hi! Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time?"

"I wouldn't have called otherwise…"

"Of course. So are you willing to answer a few more questions? You dropped some interesting bombs on me the other night" Her voice was velvety, but still had an appealing higher pitch that made his skin tingle.

"Sure, where and when"?

"Broadsdale park? Say 11am tomorrow? I'll have a coffee waiting for you this time"

"The one near the gym?"

"That's the one"

Fuck it, why not. She might be easier to read this time, in a more relaxed environment. He knew what to expect from her and he would find a way to bring out the carnal side he knew she had. She had to have.

"I should be able to make that"

"Brilliant, see you then"

A woman to always learn from her mistakes. She made sure to time her arrival perfectly. Early enough to beat him, but not too early that their coffees grew cold. She had picked him for a flat white kinda-guy before he even answered her text this morning.
Watching him confidently stalk over to her was as fascinating as the numerous set of female eyes glued to him as he did. They saw it, as she did. He knew what he was doing, he was very natural at attracting sexual attention. How much of it was forced she found herself pondering.
Holding out his coffee she plastered her work smile over her face muscles.

"Flat white, full cream, two equals" She winked.

He smirked and grabbed the coffee, setting himself down on the park bench beside her. Normally younger men in gym wear did not appeal to her. But the loose, but hugging-him-in-the-right-place jogger pants and tight sleeveless tank were doing all kinds of things to her brain. Did her heart rate just increase?

"How did your date go the other night?"

His tongue flick against the top of his mouth as a 'tsk' escaped his lips. "It was ok, but she wasn't my type after all"

"What is your type?"

He let his body fall back against the park bench and he folded his arms. A signature trait he seemed to do automatically, along with that alluring smirk of his. "Someone with a good career, confident, life experience. Someone I can learn from"

"You're after this growth that you've been speaking about…" She contemplated. "But what do you bring to the equation?"

The corners of his mouth flew up, his smirk evolving into a cheeky grin. He pulled his arms above his head and rested his hands on the back of his head. Intentionally flexing his meaty arms and well defined back muscles. It was an impressive masculine display. Fuck, he had a nice body.

She found herself uncharacteristically giggling at his spectacle. "Besides a hot young body"

His face further evolved into a satisfied grin. Proud of himself, he lowered his arms. "So you think I'm attractive Bulma Briefs?"

She forced the smile from her lips. "We are not hear to talk about me, are we?"

He snorted out air, apparently allowing her this one. "Adventure, fun, I can turn them on like men their age can't. Keep up with them, in ways older me don't want to."

Bulma's eyes involuntarily fell to his lips as he talked, her body pumped full of heat and raging electricity. Naughty thoughts tying to invade her mind.

"I can make them feel young again, carefree. I have my own money, I take care of myself, I cook, I clean, dress well…"

Hiding the rise of her chest, and unable to accurately detect why her body was reacting to him, she pressed on. "I see, do you have any trouble attracting these types of women into your life?"

Vegeta's dark, sultry gaze flicked to the side of him as his head motioned to a seat behind them. Two attractive, just-about middle aged women sat there, Abso-fucking-lutely eye fucking him.

"They have been checking me out since I walked over here" He said, looking back at the beautiful blue haired vixen that sat next to him.

"Oh?"

"She's mid 40's, on her lunch break from some high end, corporate job, probably a managers role, designer suit, no wedding ring…"

Bulma's eyes veered to the woman behind him, assessing his description she began laughing and quickly looked away.

"So what? You'll just walk over there and get her number, just like that?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, she will come and give me it"

Snorting erupted from the petite woman. "Oh really?"

"Yes, I like direct women right?"

"You're so full of yourself"

"No, I've just done this dance before, many times before" He said, leaning back and turning toward the woman.

Locking eyes with her he smiled, making it obvious he was checking her out. After just about having a conniption, the woman finally turned her body away from Vegeta and began speaking with her friend. Bingo.
He swung back around and mustered all the smugness he could into his smirk. Not just because he had just proven his claim right, but because he had managed to knock down Bulma's proper demeanor. She gave him a moment of laughter before she switched back into her professional mode.

"Your show, can I come and see it?"

Before he could stop it, his eyebrow shot up in curiousity. Was that an excuse to come and see him in action? Or was it purely for research purposes?

"I'm following a few different men's lives, none of them are in the adult entertainment industry," She offered her hands, speaking with her body. "So it will be good to see this side of your life and how you interact with the women"

Handsome features seemed to lose their spark, dropping in emotion at her comment. Did he think he was the only one?

"You're meeting with other men? Like this?"

"Yes" Bulma said, crossing her leg. "One is even taking me on a date. Showing me how he pursues women"

Intense eyes left hers. Her internal chuckles burst into her inner monologue. He was jealous. He was trying to impress her, did he find her attractive? Was she this type he spoke of? Thoughts raced.

"So…" Bulma lent closer to him. "Can I come to your strip show? Wear my media pass?" She added a wink for good measure.

His peripherals caught her gesture. "Sure, I have one this Saturday actually"

"Perfect!" Bouncing up from the seat she turned to him. "I'm looking forward to it"

Her hand shot out, open and tight. That cocky smirk returned and he reached for her hand. A firm, strong hold clamped down on her hand. The feeling of his skin was warm and exhilarating. She enjoyed it, maybe a little too much.

"Thanks for your time, I'll see you on Saturday"

"See you then"

Her heels clicked as she began her woman, in her 40's and in the power suit, made an obvious, confident bee-line for Vegeta. She knew she shouldn't, she knew it was unprofessional, but she just had to. Bulma turned and centered on his gaze. It was grinding into her from behind. He was conveying a devilish and provocative grin that she couldn't help but assume was for her reaction to him, not the unknown power suit, park bench woman.

Laptop perched in her lap, she laid in her bed, propped up by pillows. The keyboard clacked as she typed out her notes from the day's meeting. Her writing had an aura of sensuality to it. It was hard not to be intoxicated by the idea he was painting for her. She wanted to be absorbed by the world he lived in. It made for better journalism. But she had to be careful not to slip into a point of no return.
Like a devil on her shoulder her phone buzzed on her concrete nightstand. Her whole head turned toward it. It was him. Damn hunk was invading her mind in more ways than one it seemed.

Vegeta (source): She gave me her number, if you wanted to put that in your little story… ?

Her mouth pulled upwards to one side. Damn him.

Bulma: Oh little story? That wasn't what you called my work the other night while you tried to stroke my ego ?

Vegeta (source): Did it work?Bulma: No, you need to try harder than that to get a reaction out of meVegeta (source): So something else has to be stroked?A gasp unwillingly broke free from her mouth. Brazen and cocky normally wasn't something she was attracted to. So why did he light her up this way? She could slap the back of her own head for enjoying this. She held the phone in her hand, rubbing her thumb across the screen in an attempt to stroke a clever, professional reply out of her mind. All she could concentrate on was an image of him stroking her… ego.

Bulma: I can assure you, any stroking from you will not affect on me while I work Vegeta. Was she your type after all?

She let out a long breath. She'd managed it.

Vegeta (source): Noted, out of work hours only... ? On paper she is, sure. But something may have been distracting me.

Provocative and devilish, his grin flashed across her mind's eye. God damn, why was this working on her?

Bulma: You have my media pass organised then?

Vegeta (source): Yes, it's been sent to your email.

Bulma: Perfect. I can't wait to see the show

Vegeta (source): Purely for research purposes of course?Bulma: ?

Vegeta (source): ?

Bulma: Goodnight Vegeta, see you on Saturday

Vegeta (source): Mmmm, you tease. ?

A gif of Frodo Baggins appeared. Text read, 'All right, then. Keep your secrets'. A burst of air and laughter shot from her as she quickly covered her mouth. Her body betrayed her again, growing heat and pulsing in her core. Humour had a way of wetting her appetite. Fuck. She was in deep shit.