A/N: Okay, I know that it's a few day 'til Christmas and this chapter is about a Halloween Party but please try to look past that. I hope you enjoy this chapter, even if it's only because this chapter is 4 times larger than some of the others :p
He never thought that it was possible for the woman to look more delectable to him, that she was already perfectly crafted in every way to torment him with uncontrollable desire. However, as he peered at her through the throngs of masked people crowding the decorated yard, he realized that he was wrong.
Unlike the strangers wearing dark dresses and goofy costumes she was dressed in a shimmering white gown that fell just above her knees and a matching mask covering her eyes. Her hair was pinned up which not only exposed her neck to his hungry eyes but also showed off the feathery white wings attached to her back.
She was the world's very depiction of an angel: Glowing. Soft. Pure. The desire to make her fall and reveal her true form was overwhelming.
Noticing that he had gained the attention of some of the female guests he flashed them a smirk, mentally rolling his eyes as the women easily swooned knowing that they'd flee in fear of him if they knew who he really was, before heading back into the house.
Once again he would wait for his prey to expose itself.
"Huh? A hot guy?"
"Don't play dumb, Bulma Briefs! We saw him go into the house, so don't try to act like you don't know."
Bulma rubbed her temples in order to ease her throbbing head. Her patience had already been stretched to its limit due to her exhaustion and she was well past the point of not caring about anything, important stockholders be damned. Now she had been cornered by three scantily clad women dressed as a nurse, a pirate and a witch that were demanding that she tell them about this mysterious 'hot guy' that they saw. "I seriously don't know who you're talking about. He probably just went in to use the bathroom or something. Not to mention that there are over a hundred people here so how am I supposed to know exactly who you're talking about," she asked, barely remembering to be civil about it. 'Hell I barely remember who you bitches are.' Oh sure, she knew that they were daughters of some of Capsule Corporation's business partners but she'd never seen them at any of the shareholder meetings before so they were most likely just bumming along for one of CC's famous parties. 'Probably never worked a day in their lives.'
"But he went inside through a side door!" the pirate girl exclaimed. "At the beginning of the party we were told that we were supposed to go in through the front door if we needed to do anything inside and that the residential areas were off limits."
"I had heard that you were dating that handsome baseball player but to think that you're hiding another dreamy muscle man here," this time the nun decided to voice her misguided opinion, "I can't believe it."
"Muscle… Ah, you probably saw Vegeta."
"I knew it!" the nurse called out as if she'd made Bulma confess to something, "So who is he? And no lying, we'll know if you do."
'I find that hard to believe,' Bulma mentally responded. "Vegeta is an athlete that is testing out Capsule Corporation's gravity simulator. Basically he lives and trains in the unit around back and we study the effects of the gravity on his body."
"Oh wow, an athlete! No wonder he looked so strong," one of the women, Bulma didn't pay attention to which one, swooned.
'I need a break from this crap.' And with that thought Bulma took advantage of the women gossiping to slip away into the house unnoticed, moving past the barriers that had been set-up to prevent guests from gaining access to the rest of the house.
She made her way through a dark hallway, noting that the only source of light came from the party outside the windows. She paused in front of one to look out at the masked guests watching as they danced and made small talk despite the fact that they didn't actually care about what the others were saying and were just wanting to be polite or further their own agendas. Unable to look at them any longer she continued with her walk, pausing briefly to adjust her increasing uncomfortable mask.
Bulma sighed and rubbed her shoulder, still a bit tender from the play bite Vegeta had given her during their 'game' last night. She knew that she should be focusing on the party and Yamcha, who seemed to have wandered off somewhere, but she couldn't help but think about what had happened between them.
The lust and desire aside, she never imagined that someone as cruel and dark as Vegeta to say something so honest and meaningful that not only reflected her secret dark fantasies but also her normal life and all from just observing her reactions to a movie.
He was absolutely brilliant. And dangerous. Dangerously Brilliant.
That's why she had to be smart about what he was doing to her. She may not be the purest person around but she wasn't about to become someone whose brain was overruled by her sex drive.
She paused at another window upon seeing Yamcha dressed in his baseball uniform noticing that the three women that had cornered her earlier were with him; most likely telling him about how she was harboring another man here behind his back and that she had rudely disappeared while they were talking to her. Yamcha looked confused at first but apparently realized that they were talking about Vegeta as his expression shifted. Whatever thoughts he was having about her and Vegeta were quickly drowned out and the nurse pressed herself up against him to pout about something. Bulma watched as Yamcha's eyes quickly darted down to the woman's chest before looking back up and nervously laughing.
Like she had said before: being polite and furthering their own agendas. That's all these people were here for.
"Looks like your 'boyfriend' has found some entertainment for the evening."
Her brain or her body: Which, Bulma wondered, recognized Vegeta's husky voice first.
Looking away from her boyfriend she saw him for the first time that day. Causally reclined against the wall looking out the next window, dressed in black jeans and an opened white, button up shirt; it was no wonder those women felt the need to bombard her with questions about his identity.
"He's just being polite."
"How kind of him. I wonder if he'll also show them a nice place to relax after they've drunk a little too much."
She knew that Vegeta was trying to bait her, and perhaps if she wasn't tired of playing word games this evening she would have indulged him with a verbal spat but she just didn't care anymore.
"You know, Vegeta, it's kind of pointless to imply that he's going to cheat on me after what I allowed you to do last night." He chuckled and this time she knew that it was definitely her body responding first. "Yes I suppose that according to you logic we should just jump in bed with anyone we feel like and say to hell with the consequences," she snapped bitterly before turning back to watch the woman laugh at something Yamcha said.
She didn't realize that Vegeta had moved away from the window until the familiar puff of air caressed her neck. Keeping her eyes where they were she tried to ignore him even as his hands moved down the length of her arms slowly, the completely normal touch somehow sending shivers through body and making her lock her knees to order to remain standing.
"I don't believe that two people who desire each other should force themselves to stay apart because of prior engagements that they're no longer interested in."
"Who says that Yamcha and I are no longer interested in staying together?" Bulma asked even though she knew that the reason for her fantasies, before she had a face to go with them, stemmed from the fact that she was getting bored with Yamcha's safe and predictable style of courting. Calling to ask to go on a date, showing up with a bouquet of roses, taking her to dinner/movie/etc, back to her place for some alone time and cuddling: It was the same song and dance each time.
Vegeta chose not to say anything, as if he knew she was thinking about her failing relationship without his input, and instead continued to run his hands up and down her arms. Or perhaps he was just more focused on getting her so aroused and flustered that she'd give in to him. As subtly as possible she moved her rear back to rub up against his obvious arousal. 'Maybe both,' she thought with a blush.
She jumped as Vegeta's hands moved to her hips; the right one trailing down to the back of her thigh. "You shouldn't lock your knees, Woman. You wouldn't want to faint while you're all alone in a dark hallway." Bulma frowned as she unlocked her knees since she found herself wondering what he would do if she did faint. Her frown deepened as she felt him smirk against her neck. "Or maybe you would."
She tried to ignore his teasing touches but the only thing that could distract her at the moment was watching Yamcha as he continued to flirt.
"I wonder what his excuse is."
Bulma blinked at Vegeta's odd statement. "What?"
"You're obviously bored of him, right? What's his reason for being more interested in those easy women instead of you?"
"You said it, didn't you? They're easy. You know they tried to interrogate me earlier about who you are? They were so fascinated by your appearance that they accused me of having you around for the sole purpose of doing indecent things. They're lucky I didn't punch them in their fake noses. I'm sure that you'd be able to get them to do whatever you want without much complaint," she winced at how bitter that sounded. 'Why does the thought of them going after Vegeta bother me more than the fact that Yamcha's practically drooling over them?'
"Feh, there's no challenge with women like that. Not to mention that they'd expect me to be charming and gentle with them. I've had enough pretending when I was forced to bow down to Frieza and I sure as hell am not doing it for someone weaker than me." He seemed to be tired of talking and focused more on playing with the hem of her costume.
'I've got to put a stop to this,' she thought as she tried to pull away only to be stopped by Vegeta's arms wrapping around her and pulling her body tightly against his. "Let go, Vegeta, you're messing up my wings. And I have to get back to the party, I am kind of the host, you know."
A few seconds went by before Vegeta asked, "Why is Kakarot not here?"
"Um… because it's for shareholders, employees, and their families."
"But your boyfriend is here, being 'polite' and 'mingling' with the guests."
"He's here for me."
"Kakarot couldn't be here for you?"
"He wouldn't exactly fit in here. Goku's not one to care about his public image so he'd just stuff his face at the buffet. Not to mention that he's not the type to dress up so he'd just come in his training gear." She didn't understand why Vegeta would want to talk about Goku of all people.
"You seem to have all the Earth's warriors under your thumb. Why not just demand that he behave?"
"It… it just wouldn't be right. I could try to get him to dress up and force him to act like something he's not but he'd just do what he wants. In the end it's better for Goku to just be Goku."
Vegeta's hand slowly left its place holding her and moved to her face, gently moving along her mask. "So why can't Bulma just be Bulma?" Bulma's body stiffened realizing that once again Vegeta had used her words to perfectly trap her. "Why are you forcing yourself to deal with these people when you know that they are only here to wallow in your wealth? Why did you not hit those women for acting like they were your better?" His other hand moved to her stomach and up further to linger tauntingly beneath her breasts. "Why must you stay in a relationship with someone you no longer desire for when it's clear that his thoughts are also wandering?" He moved his mouth to nuzzle her ear. "And don't try to feed me any of that 'we're in love' crap. I don't feel like punishing you tonight but if you waste my time with such a blatant lie I won't hold back."
Bulma closed her eyes as she thought about it. Yamcha and her had always had different views of what they wanted. She was always intrigued by a challenge and got bored of things being too predictable. Yamcha, though originally being a desert thief, quickly came to enjoy things being a bit more laid back and didn't feel the need to switch things up. Thinking about it now, their tastes had been driving them apart for quite awhile and while love wasn't solely based on desire it was heavily dependent on trust. In the end she wasn't really comfortable in saying that she trusted Yamcha to only ogle women. And she was even more uncomfortable with having Yamcha trust her when she wanted nothing more see what Vegeta had planned for her. They had been in love at one time but as time went on their differences had slowly pushed them apart and trying to force their relationship further would only make them miserable.
Her eyes popped open as the hand touching her mask moved to the back of her head to untie the ribbon holding it in place. The mask fell from her eyes and she couldn't help but sigh as the uncomfortable feeling left her face and she was able to see unhindered. She was used to being the smartest woman around but she had to admit that it was an interesting experience to have Vegeta turn the simplest thing into something life changing.
She felt the heat of Vegeta's body leave and without his support she collapsed to the ground, the feathers that had fallen off of her wings due to his rough treatment cascading around her as if she had just fallen from grace.
Vegeta moved into her line of vision smirking at her with a heavily satisfied look on his face. "Much better. Now, I'll let you get back to your party. Hopefully you'll get whatever you need to do finished quickly." And with that he walked away, mask in hand. "Oh, and if you decide to leave the party early, why don't you come around back to the GR. I've got something for you to do there."
"The GR? What do you mean?" Instead of an answer Vegeta just flashed her another look over his shoulder that sent shiver of fear and excitement through her already over stimulated body before disappearing into the darkness. "Something to do in the GR?" she asked aloud as a smirk spread on her face. "Sure, I could go for a stroll.
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