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3. Left hand panel is a bunch of words, in Japanese. But the numbers 365 are obviously numerical so you can read them. Click it.
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Like Clockwork (365 Days)

Day 004: Little Black Dress

Of the many things that Vegeta couldn't stand about Bulma, her little black dress ranked in the top five. Vegeta had grown accustomed to that dress during the many break ups between her and the weakling when they were together. When Bulma wanted to flaunt the way she looked while showing the bandit that couldn't touch her, that little black dress would slip on like a glove and off she'd go. Occasionally she would wear the dress to an event for Capsule Corp, and sometimes she would wear it out on dates. One of the main reasons why Vegeta came to hate that dress so much was because, without a fault, it ignited a fire for her that he could never put out. And she knew it, too.

Bulma stood in the doorway of her bedroom, her little black dress adorning her body, and a glint in her eyes that made the temperature in the room go up. Two weeks prior, Vegeta had gotten into an argument with the woman. Looking at her now, he couldn't quite remember what it was about, but he knew that he was right and he wasn't going to give into her. A bet was placed, to see which one could go longer without sex before giving in. Since then the pair have done their best to try and break the other, but to no avail. Tonight, however, Bulma was determined. She had a dinner party with a few people from work at a cozy restaurant, giving her the perfect excuse to wear her favorite ensemble. Vegeta had still been in the gravity chamber when she left, but he was sprawled across their bed watching television when she came home.

"See something you like?" she asked him quietly, leaning against the door frame. Despite how much Vegeta hated that dress, he had always kept himself from tearing the damn thing off of her and ruining it during one of their couplings, but Vegeta wasn't so sure he'd do the same tonight if she kept pushing him. It had been a very difficult two weeks, for both of them really. Neither had gone more than three days without touching the other, and it was driving the Saiyan mad. He wasn't sure what about the dress that he liked so much on her, because aside from most of her wardrobe and even some of her lingerie, it was actually a very simple piece of fabric. With a square shaped top and straps, the back went down into a deep 'V' stopping at the very small of her back, which Vegeta found amusing and arousing. It hugged her bust, her waist, her hips, and her legs. With a slit up the right side, Vegeta's eyes darkened as he realized only a few inches of shadow hid her thighs and pelvis from his eyes.

"You're wasting your time, woman," he assured her, his voice stoic and calm. Turning the TV off, he tossed the remote on the bedside table, trying to keep Bulma from his eyesight. She was sneaky though, and closed the door to their bedroom, stepping up inside and directly walking up to his side of the bed. He set his jaw and clenched his fist at his sides, determined not to break. It didn't help that he could smell her own arousal on her, which only made him want to hitch that dress up to her waist and do horrendously dirty things to her.

"I missed you tonight," she told him, her voice steady. The content of her words caught him a little off guard, and he ripped his gaze from her dress to her face, suddenly wary. "I did, really," she said sincerely, placing her clutch on the bedside table next to the remote. He stared at her, searching for something in her eyes. A moment later and he apparently found it, making a small 'hmm' noise at the back of his throat. She sighed and moved onto the bed, noticing the way Vegeta's body tensed. She crawled next to him, and then slightly over him. Both of her hands were on either side of him and propping herself up. "It's unbelievable how creepy some of those guys can be," she said with a frown, rolling her eyes at the memory of tonight. "Maybe the dress wasn't such a good idea," she said, mostly to herself. Vegeta's eyes narrowed, as he understood her meaning, already aware of how many perverted looks she got when she wore that out in public. She leaned in, her lips lingering by his ear. "I miss you," she whispered, lightly kissing just behind his ear, and then tracing his jaw line with soft kisses. He breathed in her scent, allowing it to make him a little stir crazy, and also noticing the light scent of the males that were sitting closest to her at dinner.

"Mine," he stated, so quietly she almost couldn't hear it. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his body, her right hand lifting to place itself on his chest as she leaned in closer. His free hand gripped the back of her hair and pulled her in close, tracing her lips with his own. "Mine," he said again, a little louder this time. Bulma didn't argue as he captured her lips with his own in a searing kiss that made her head spin. His hand fell from her hair to her arm as he gripped her tightly, not allowing her to pull away from him. Their breathing a little heavier now, Bulma left a trail of kisses from his lips to his neck, taking the skin above his pulse between her lips and biting down gently, she relished in breathy moan in her ear.

"I'll let you win this time," she said against his skin, knowing what it entailed. But she didn't care. She truly missed being with him, and a stupid bet wasn't worth not being able to feel like this or to feel like he was the only thing that existed. Right now, she needed to feel like he was the only one who existed in the entire world. She needed him to thicken the air that she was breathing. She needed him to make her crazy. She allowed him to roll them over onto her back as he kissed her senseless, his body incredibly hard against her soft one.

"I hate this dress," he said against her ear, hooking his fingers beneath the straps and pulling it down, not wanting to tear it.