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"Passengers of flight Y385 please board by gate 3," informed a monotone voice in the speaker.
Vegeta checked his watch for the thousandth time in the last hour; uneasiness radiated from him. The waiting room was almost empty, and most of the passengers had already check in. He had arrived an hour earlier, so if Bulma came too early, he would be waiting for her with a bouquet of flowers, ready to take her as his.
Too optimistic for him, the plane was about to leave, and there was no sign of the woman.
She is late, she'll show up.
He repeated for the millionth time.
"...the Taitans won the tournament, but Yamcha wins the lottery with Bulma Briefs!" announced an animated male voice.
Vegeta turned instantly in the T.V.'s direction, a repeat of the match had been playing, but he hadn't paid any attention. Two sportscasters were discussing the game when images of Bulma and Yamcha in middle of the field appeared.
No.
"Yes, the lucky bastard got the chance to ask her out and proposed after the celebration! They've been dating for a month, but he couldn't wait," The two men cheered, their faces glowing with smiles that frightened Vegeta to the end. Then, there was Yamcha on one knee with a small box in his hands and the television repeated his words:
"Bulma, I've been in love with you since I met you when we were young. Unfortunately, someone went ahead of me," shout outs of disapproval interrupted him for a moment - at this point the whole country knew about her cheating husband - and Yamcha waited until there was silence again.
"But not tonight. Bulma will you marry me?"
No, no, nononono.
"Yes, our most talented doctor said yes!"
"Who would refuse to marry the top baseball player of the year?"
"Not her! But let me tell you that Yamcha caught her off guard, look how nervous she was!"
All cameras were on Bulma. Her skin was blanch, eyes bigger than skylight windows and mouth open in disbelief. A mere nod was her response, and the whole stadium went wild.
NO!
She meant no! Why were all of them celebrating? Couldn't they see that he had cornered her, forced her hand? She couldn't say no in national television!
She didn't want to say yes!
…did she?
"Mr. Vegeta we can't wait any longer, the plane is closing doors in 5 minutes" The stewardess informed him, destroying his thoughts and his heart.
Once last glance around the gate before he boarded the plane, throwing the flowers in the first trash can he saw.
First class only had twenty seats, and there was only one without a passenger, the one next to him.
With hope, he had stared at the door the remaining time before the plane took off; he even thought there was a small possibility that she had showed up when the plane was delayed because there was one last passenger boarding. It turned out it was some woman in economy class.
Had he arrived that late?
Of course imbecile! Unlike you, the other moron didn't hesitate to claim her; he saw gold in front of him and took it.
But why had she said yes? He had proof in his fingers that she still wanted him, he could still taste her desire for him on his lips and even saw in her eyes that she loved him.
So why in hell didn't she show up?
He looked outside the window, waiting for her to suddenly materialize in the clouds. With hopelessness, he rested his face in his hands
Was he condemned to be the other man?
Fuck!
There was a sudden turbulence, the plane jerked, swaying Vegeta in his seat. He turned in every direction waiting for the flight attendants to help him, to inform him what was going on, but everyone around him was imperturbable, motionless as if nothing was happening. Playing time backwards, slowly analyzing, he realized it wasn't the plane shaking, it was him.
Shit, shit, shit.
He needed air. His tie was choking him, and he tried to remove it; his fingers desperately tried to undo the knot but there was nothing around his neck.
Vegeta was in panic.
He needed to get out, grab some air, to be alone, but he was in a fucking plane.
Almost running he went to the toilet, closed the door and rested his palms on the end of the counter, trying to stabilize his respiration, but it only got worst, his hands were shaking and his body shivering.
He couldn't be the other man!
In the reflection of the mirror, his face was restless, his brows furrowed with worry, and his eyes had a somber glow.
Fucking pity he had.
He had found a jewel so pure and valuable that could shame all his fortune, but because of his arrogance and stupidity, he didn't recognize its true value, and now he had lost it.
There was a small knock on the door but he ignored it
He opened the tap and cupped his hands under the cold jet of water. When they were full, he splashed his face, running his hands all over, his fingers went through his thick hair, breathing erratically.
Vegeta had never been in love; he didn't even know if he felt love for Bulma, but now he may not ever find out how deep his feelings were. If he just lusted after her body, everything would be simpler. He wanted to know her most secret desires, discover her untold ambitions, and spot her forbidden dreams. But it was beyond that, Vegeta wanted to be part of them, to be by her side when she realized them, and encourage her to have more.
There was someone outside trying to open the door, he focused his gaze in the red sign above the door indicating that someone was inside.
"It's occupied!" He shouted angrily. Couldn't they fucking read?!
He rubbed his face once more; his thumb and index finger pinched the bridge of his nose, and he sighed heavily.
He didn't want to be the other man!
Forced to only see her once a month like their old arrangement, or if he was lucky, when her husband wouldn't be around. Always hiding from the media like his pathetic ex wife and her ex husband.
He couldn't avoid a grimace.
No. Even if he had arrived late today, he would fight for her. He would find a way to lure her again, win her body and steal her heart in the end.
He wasn't going to be the other man.
Unexpectedly the door opened and he twirled around to yell at the impatient passenger... only to find himself with his mouth agape in shock and his heart stuck in his throat. In front of him was the woman that was causing his internal crisis.
In a second, Vegeta committed to memory her image.
The first thing he noticed was that she had changed, wearing a tight purple dress, classy and flirty. The second thing he saw was that she had her lavender wig instead of her exotic blue hair. And the third was that the determination in her eyes had a small layer of incertitude covering them.
He wanted to erase it but didn't know how.
They were inches apart, but he knew if he didn't act right and fast, he would lose her - this time for good. She closed the small door behind her, not taking her gaze of him, deciding how she would start, but he didn't let her.
"I don't have a ring."
She was astonished when he started; she obviously had a speech for him, but he needed to amend his mistakes.
"Nor do I want to propose." A flash of disappointment crossed her face, but she didn't interrupt him.
"We both know how hypocritical a marriage can be," she smiled at the private joke but her eyes glinted with allusion when next he spoke.
"And I don't want that with you."
Bulma was paralyzed, her chest barely raising and failing, the only indication that she was breathing. Her doubt gone, she waited for his next step, and he dared to be brave, to reach for the unknown and explore it. Closing the small space between them, he caressed her cheek with the tips of his fingers, the touch electric and hot. He paused, gathering his thoughts, forcing his mind to be made up and be honest for once.
Determination and fondness in his gaze.
"I want you to be mine; I want to be yours, and the rest of the world can fuck off."
Vegeta dipped his head to give her a small kiss but to his surprise, Bulma pulled him down by the hem of his shirt and kissed him with unruly passion. It took him less than a second to respond to the wild gesture; his hands sneaked around her delicate form, holding her in a hard embrace, recalling greatly the heat of her body.
Her tongue played dangerously with his; her teeth tugged at his lower lip, and her fingers traced his hard chest.
Bulma was on fire, burning his flesh at the contact, but for once, he didn't care if he melted under her heat. He wanted to be consumed by her flames and turn to ashes with the power of her affection.
She pressed her form against his until there was no space between them, as if they would merge into one, compelling him to sink his digits over her delicious bottom, wanting all of her pressed against him. To his delight, she leaped to his hips as he lifted her to sit her on top of the small sink. Her bare legs encircled his waist and obliged him to grind against her awaiting core. He clasped his face to her luscious breasts. A growl was rising in his lungs, but he was forced to hold it when, with all her strength, she pulled his hair, one hand in his roots, the other at the end of his spikes and forced him to lock eyes with hers.
Her burning vision snared him in a suffocating fire.
"Tell me you meant it Vegeta," she began.
"I don't give a damn about facing the media tomorrow or in years to come, but I won't do it unless it's for the last time. I don't want to hide away like Launch, covering our encounters and concealing this thing I feel for you. Tell me you meant it Vegeta, and I will be yours."
Her unsteady heartbeat and troubled breathing forced her to end there, exposing herself one final time and giving him one last time to retreat.
The growl that had held, at last, tore from his lungs and vibrated in between their bodies, carrying his blinding yearning. The beast in him roared to be set free, but he tamed it, savoring the moment, inch by inch.
Tenderly, Vegeta removed her wig, and instead of tearing it to pieces like he imagined doing infinite times, gently, he placed it on the countertop. That Bulma, the one with obscene secrets and dirty wishes already belonged to him; he had owned her pleasure and desire a long time ago, and he will forever cherish her. But uncovered for him was a whole woman, that sure had secrets and hidden faces, but also had an open forthcoming nature. She was bold, insolent, strong, kind, tender and many more things.
He craved to have that woman, to fill the empty spaces of his life with her unexpected eccentricity, to be challenged by her ridiculous demands, and race her to the end of happiness, arriving together at the finish line.
Strong fingers against her jaw set her face in place as he met her gaze afresh. Her hard expression reminded him when she gave him the reins of her pleasure, how she had trusted him to foster them, and now she asked for more. To dominate and encourage the full woman in her, immaculate and flaws altogether.
His eyes promised the sun, the moon and furthermore.
"I don't know what it is about you that I want so bad, but I won't be pleased until you are mine," Vegeta professed as his mouth found hers in a ravenous kiss that sent her feelings to the skies, her lust flying around with the clouds and her senses higher than the plane.
The beast lashed out, nearly escaped his grip.
Eagerly he undid his pants, sliding down his trousers just enough to free his throbbing length that was begging to sink in her damp folds, ready to brand her with his mark. Hungrily, he lifted her dress and pressed his hard shaft to what he just discovered was her naked center. The tip of his head jammed her engorged clit, and he slid his length across her wet lips, teasing them, enticing the minx under him. Her lids closed as a tiny moan left her mouth, clawing her hands over his biceps in a wide plea, begging him to end her torment and take her once and for all.
Gently, he thrusted into her soaking cunt, expanding her walls slowly until he was thoroughly inside of her and overdid his withdrawal, relishing her contracting core around his cock, that both asked him to get on with it and to never end it.
Bulma's breath jerked.
Her voice rang with ardency, igniting her actions and words.
"I don't want to share you," She cautioned, biting at his upper lip as reprimand for future references.
"And I don't want to be shared," she warned.
His fingers dug deep in her flesh, sure spotting a bruise tomorrow morning that would only work to claim her, like a big lion marking his territory, but clearly understanding what she meant. He will be thankful for eternity to their cheating and lecherous ex-partners that had brought them together at that swingers party a year ago. But there was nothing in heaven, earth or hell that would make him take her to that place again. To let anybody else lay eyes, less their hands, on her.
"You are mine," Vegeta threatened, a primal urgency to lay claim in her beat it at the center of his chest, running and boiling his blood. She bit his scalp with her nails and pressed his mouth hard against hers, parting for air and speaking above his lips.
"Make me yours."
The beast was finally free of his grip.
In a swift motion, he spun her around and trapped her in the strength of his arms. Her hips squeezed across the plastic hand wash and she slammed her palms against the false wall, the small mirror in between her hands, and he saw her pebbled nipples begging for attention inside the restraining dress. He spilled out her breasts above her cleavage and palmed her alluring weight in his full hand, the pointy tip pressed in the inside of his palm as his lips kissed her neck.
She ground her ass against his cock, she needed to feel him inside of her again. His hot hard body pressing hers wasn't enough. When his fingers pressed the sensitive bud of her mounds, she almost moaned out loud in approval.
The thrill of being overheard assailed and lunged them toward pure ecstasy. Bulma melted into his arms, and Vegeta forgot any regard of modesty; the need to conquer and fulfill her surpassed any other thought.
From behind her, his cock was seeking out for her wet slit in between her thighs, they were deliciously pressing against each other, trapping his member between them in a poor mimicry of penetration. Until the head reached his point, forcing her lips open and sliding his hard shaft inside, pushing himself in, stretching with strong sharp thrusts inside her clenching core, going deeper, deeper and deeper.
He felt her body shiver, her knees trembling from the pressure building in her lower belly, but she leaned forward in the small space until her bust was pressed against the wall, the new position allowing him a new angle to keep driving into her faster and wilder.
Their body's swinging, meeting with each other enthusiastically, glowing.
Her little gasps were tarnishing the small mirror, and his chest contracted at the sound, but they escalated quickly to noisy moans, forcing Vegeta to cover her mouth with his hand, stifling her screams in his palm, and obliging him to bite her shoulder attempting to muffle his own.
His tongue burned when he traced her back, tasting her sweet sweat with a rich flavor of lust.
The pleasure erased the world outside, and he couldn't suffocate her wails anymore, didn't want to, because she was screaming his name, crying out her volition, as the whole plane hear her subdue to him "Ve-ge-taaa!" And her whole body shook, trembled and fused afire as her climax carried out her cries.
His hand encircled her neck from behind, anchoring himself to reality, because he was cumming, but kept sinking and sinking until he buried every piece of him in her, pressing their bodies together, blowing in their fire. His scorched flesh found relief in her lovely form that soothed his need and eased the palpitations of his heart.
"Bulma, My Bulma," the only plea he ever made.
BONUS:
The little bundle of joy was snoring in the safety of his arms, content with being swung, as he rocked left and right in the big pink room.
Calm tap-tap of heels caught his hearing and he smirked privately.
The door opened quietly as a breeze of berries scented the room.
"Is she asleep?"
He nodded, and turned around to face the calm before it turned to storm.
She was beautiful.
"Where is Trunks?"
He sneered, disapproving his own words. "He is with the son of the stupid president."
She laughed, mellowed, crossing her arms and drawing his eyes to her bouncing breasts.
"It's your fault then. You kept taking him to the congress, and Goten was the only other kid around."
Her cocky grin and accusatory eyes were so right that he needed to twirl around to avoid them, irritated at her cleverness.
She was magnificent.
She laughed louder, covering her mouth with her hand to not wake up little Bra.
"Oh come on, you secretly admire Go-" but she interrupted herself when she took one step forward and her toes hit 50 pounds of metal, his "misplaced" dumbbells "Ahh, shit- fuuck!"
The girl stirred in his arms as he whirled back, not before he hid his cruel smile, and made a sound with his mouth as he placed a finger to his lips, shushing her.
Her nose flared, her eyes widened, and her index finger pointed criminally at him. Her pale skin blushed crimson with the anger in her blood. Her gaze promised murder.
She was gorgeous.
Clenching her teeth and fisting her hands, Bulma threatened.
"You will pay for this, Vegeta" And as swift as she entered, she left the room, leading her ire to their bedroom.
Proud of himself, Vegeta placed the baby in the crib, ran a digit in her round cheek, and wondered: when had his life become better than his fantasies?
If you got two notifications of the last chapter is because i had to delete it and upload it again. The html fucked up and it had a lot of mistakes. Sorry.
Thanks to those who spent their time reading this story and infinite thanks to rockykelboa for beta-read this story!