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Blouse off Shoulder	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blouse Off Shoulder

He always watched her; unbeknownst to her.

On this occasion she was bustling around Capsule Corporation in a huff for tonight's event. She and her father were unveiling some new line of new and improved products to this year's lineup. It was what she had called a "launch party" or something. She had tried to convince him to come along as her escort or something silly now that she had parted ways with the Weakling a few months ago. She had promised him an abundance of food, however there would be lots of people there so not even the prospect of endless amounts of food was enough to pique his interest.

She looked beautiful; sophisticated. Sexy; yet still professional. Dainty and delicate. Her makeup flawless yet not too overdone. Her hair was up in an elegant French twist, nails and lips a bright crimson red making for a classic, timeless look that went perfect with her white designer suit. At first glance the suit was plain, but on further observation it was obvious she was not wearing a blouse or camisole beneath the jacket. It fit her snugly in the shoulders, bust and waist, accentuating her petite figure and flaring out in all the right spots to still give the appearance that she was indeed curvy. The front came together in a deep V with a single white boa to keep her jacket closed. It was low enough to be daring and almost borderline risqué, yet high enough still that it covered enough to be somehow professional enough that she could get away with it for tonight's event. The white matching skirt also fit tight like a pencil skirt. In the front it came down to her knee, but in the back it dropped down, ending at her calves. She paired it off with nude fishnet stockings and white Christian Laboutin stiletto pumps. She was ready to go.

He watched her from the open door of the Gravity Room, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed as she headed out to the limo at the end of the long driveway. Her parents were already waiting for her. He smirked to himself as he watched her walk. He liked watching her walk. She walked with a graceful air of confidence that could never be squelched no matter how bad a day she was having. Her head was always held high, shoulders back. He was always mesmerized by the gentle feminine sway of her hips.

Vegeta waited until the limo left and was out of sight before exiting the Gravity Room and heading to the house. Mrs. Briefs had made a generous feast for him. A plate piled high with fresh spring rolls, two still-hot casserole dishes of lasagna, a fresh loaf of bread, a large bowl of some kind of salad that he wrinkled his nose at when looking at it; he was a Saiyan, not a rabbit. There was also a fresh pan of his favorite warm cinnamon rolls. All for him! He did not have much use for the Woman's ditzy mother and usually made a point of avoiding her at all costs, but he certainly could not deny the woman was a fantastic cook. Unfortunately, Bulma had inherited all of her father's scientific genius and none of her mother's culinary skills.

He headed up the stairs to his bedroom for a shower and change of clothes before tackling the feast left for him. He noticed the finely pressed black suit, white shirt and black tie hanging up on his bathroom door knob. The Woman's mothers doing, obviously. He looked at it and tossed it aside carelessly on his bed. He was looking forward the peace and quiet of an empty house; no one to bother him.

Vegeta set the shower to as hot as it would go and quickly washed off the evidence of his training session that day. He was very pleased with his progress he had made today. He was able to flawlessly handle five hundred times normal gravity now. It was time to ask the Woman to upgrade it. He still was not a Super Saiyan. He could not understand it! Kakarott had achieved it while training under only one hundred times normal gravity. What was it going to take for him to finally achieve his ascension? It plagued him day by day. It was in his blood, why was it eluding him? Yet it came so easily to a third class clown of a warrior? He banged his fist on the tile in the shower in his frustration, cracking it in the process.

"Shit," he mumbled to himself and quickly finished washing up and exited quickly before he made an even bigger mess.

He dried himself off with his ki and pulled out a grey pair of sweat pants and a black tight-fitting V-necked t-shirt. He made his way back downstairs and dug into the delicious feast waiting there for him. He quickly finished off the plate of spring rolls, two casserole dishes of lasagna, half the loaf of bread; skipped on the salad and went on to the cinnamon rolls, leaving a few behind for a snack later on.

Once finished, he wandered around the house for something to do. He liked the silence; basked in it really. However, there wasn't anything to do. Usually he at least had the Woman to torment. She would usually be watching some ridiculous program on the tv. In moments of boredom such as these, he would take great amusement in making fun of the stupidity of the plot lines of some of her most favorite programs. There were even one or two she didn't even bother watching anymore because she claimed he had "ruined" them for her. He chuckled at one such regular program she used to be hooked on and was no longer, apparently because of him. He was apparently responsible. He actually missed that program. Not because he actually liked it but the stupidity of it was incredibly entertaining to him. That and mocking it while the Woman tried to watch it made for good sport. Sometimes she'd toss a pillow or even the tv remote at him in her frustration.

Vegeta slouched onto the couch lazily, pointing the remote to the large tv. He surfed the channels for what felt like forever. There wasn't anything on. He paused on a news station that was airing the tail end of a coverage segment of the event the Woman was at. It must have been a really big deal then if it was on tv. He noted how beautiful she looked on tv and hadn't paid much attention to what was being said; she was talking to the news broadcaster about whatever it was they were launching. He noted her confident posture, the sparkle of excitement in her eyes and lastly, his eyes settled on her mouth as she spoke. He had been obsessing over her mouth for a while now; ever since she'd kissed him.

She had just broken up with the Weakling that night. He had gone to her quarters to make sure she was alright; she had been extremely upset when she had come home and it had bothered him because he had never seen her like that before. After a few hours of actual real conversation on the balcony of her room for once instead of their usual bickering and arguing, she had leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

It had been the kindest, gentlest gesture he had ever experienced from another being. His first instinct had been to scowl at her and insult her for her audacity at taking such a freedom on his person, but instead he took her chin and kissed her back. To his surprise, she had not recoiled from him or slapped him as he had seen on the entertainment programs he knew the woman enjoyed; but she kissed him back. Shyly at first, but then grew bolder and slid her tongue into his mouth, lightly brushing his own. It had been at that moment that he abruptly ended the kiss and took to the sky as fast as he could to get as far away as he could from her.

After he had taken off, he hadn't returned for three days. He had contemplated everything from stealing another one of her father's ships again and leaving, never to return to blowing up this whole backwards planet. In the end, he returned with a firm resolve to leave her alone. The harder he worked at having nothing to do with her, the more consumed he seemed to become with her. He had found himself daydreaming of what else she could do to him with that mouth and soft lips of hers, like right now at that moment while he watched her on the tv. Never had he allowed a female to hold his attention for more than a fleeting moment and it was driving him crazy. He growled at her image in the screen and was just about to change the channel when the camera panned over and he caught sight of the Weakling.

What is he doing there? He grumbled to himself. He then began to listen to the broadcast, which went into a side story about the recent demise of their relationship and possible engagement. He snorted as he saw the Weakling parading around with some supposedly well-known model. She was alright as far as Earth females went but couldn't hold a candle to Bulma in his opinion.

"What a fool," he mumbled as he finally changed the channel. What difference did it make that her weakling ex-boyfriend showed up at her event with another woman? He had been on this planet for nearly a year now and he still did not understand these humans constant desire to know the business of the higher ups. On his planet it was none of anyone's business and no one would have had the audacity to report on the comings and goings of the royal family to the degree these humans seemed to obsess over this need to know the comings and goings of those considered privileged.

He didn't understand how the Woman was able to stand it. She was always being followed by fools with cameras, bringing home magazines where she was on the cover. Usually she was angry about some mysterious "source" that had spoken to these people and it almost always came out as a negative half-truth. He had laughed until he had almost cried one day when she came back from the supermarket in a tizzy with one of those stupid magazines.

Someone had snapped several pictures of them both outside during one of their usual arguments. It looked pretty heated from the pictures. The headline had read something silly about the Briefs Heiress having a heated and scandalous love affair with this dark mysterious stranger while the Weakling was on the road during game season. It had been so comical he had even kept that issue.

Supposedly this "affair" of theirs had been going on for several months behind the Weakling's back. A "source" apparently close to the Woman had confirmed that he came and went in the wee hours of the night to keep their affair secret and the apparent cause of their spat in those pictures was him giving her a supposed ultimatum of either Him or the Weakling. He agreed that this "source" probably had it half right. The argument in those pictures had taken place outside the Gravity Room. He probably had given her an ultimatum: Fix the Gravity Room now or else. What had really made him laugh was the speculation of who he was. The conclusion had been that he must have been a European male model what with his exotic good looks and perfectly chiseled body. It had been an ego boost to say the least.

He chuckled now at the memory of it. She had been so angry and mortified about it. Even the Weakling had seen it and they'd had a huge argument and hadn't been on speaking terms for several weeks about it. He had shrugged it off. In his opinion she should have been beyond flattered that the public would think he was having an affair with her. It was not every day someone had the privilege of being romantically linked to the Prince of all Saiyans. He wasn't all that upset that it had been her. It could have been worse. At least she was intelligent and attractive. Not like some of the other Earth females he'd seen since his arrival.

The blue-haired Woman was an exceptional specimen. If he ever were to put down roots on this weak back water planet, it would be with her anyway. Though at this point in his life, he still had far too many things to yet accomplish. He did not need the distraction. He needed to become a Super Saiyan. Then he needed to help defeat those stupid androids that mysterious boy from the future prophesied. Then once that was done he would defeat Kakarott once and for all and claim his place as superior warrior over the entire universe. He wasn't sure what he would do after that. Would he stay here and settle down with her? The thought upon further meditation seemed highly unlikely. He was not the settling down type. He knew from her rants over the Weakling that she wanted something long term and lasting. That wasn't him.

Maybe he would leave and take her with him? He snorted at the thought; no not likely. If he left here, he would leave on his own. He wasn't accustomed to having to look after someone else. Let alone a weak human female with the energy signature equivalent to that of a common house cat. All they did was fight and argue anyway. What escape would he have while in the middle of the galaxy in a space ship with only the two of them when she began screeching at him in one of her tantrums? No, he was better off alone.

He wasn't sure why, but the thought of leaving her here didn't sit well with him either. He desired her. He had finally accepted that over the past few months and he knew that she desired him as well. He had been ignoring her as best he could when she was around, but he knew she wanted him. However, he did not want a commitment. She was looking for a long-term commitment from someone. If he did take her up on anything, he knew it would be purely lust driven on his end. A way to satisfy this desire he had felt burning inside of him to have her, consume her. It would not last though. Once he'd taken his fill of her, he would leave her, as the Weakling had and then she would be hurt. He did not want to hurt her or be the reason why she was hurting again. It angered him that she had been hurt these past few months when her relationship with the weakling had ended. She'd put on a good front, but he could tell she was still hurting from what had happened. He did not want to make that worse for some reason. So he left her alone and admired her from afar, even though that was becoming more and more difficult for him to do. When he did have to interact, he found himself flirting with her rather than insulting her.

With those thoughts, Vegeta drifted off into a light sleep on the couch with the tv still on for a while. He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been out when he heard the front door open and slam. He sat up on the couch and immediately recognized the Woman's ki. He got up off the couch, shut off the tv and went to the kitchen. There she was, somewhat inebriated he guessed from the way she smelled.

"Save it, I'm not in the mood." She said harshly, walking past him.

"What are you huffing about, Woman?" he asked in a somewhat amused tone, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed watching her as she grabbed a left over cinnamon roll.

"Stupid Yamcha." She mumbled. "Just had to show up tonight with his latest conquest to rub it in my face. Of course it just had to be some Victoria's Secret model." She ranted, peeling off pieces of the roll and putting them in her mouth.

"What's a Victoria's Secret model?" he asked with a frown.

She sighed irritably. "Only the most beautiful women in the world work for Victoria's Secret. You know what, never mind."

"I saw it on the television." He nodded.

"What?"

"The Weakling at your function with a new woman."

She sighed again in aggravation. "It's already been on tv?"

He nodded.

"Great. That's just wonderful. This is the most important night for Capsule Corporation in years. My father and I have worked so hard on developing this. It's taken us five years from the time we came up with this line to finish it and launch it successfully and the only thing anyone cares about is stupid Yamcha showing up with his new girlfriend?" she vented angrily. "What did they say?"

"I do not remember. I was not exactly interested in the Weakling's affairs. I was not aware that he had an invitation."

"He didn't! He knew when it was, of course. He just decided to crash it with his hot new girlfriend and ruin my life more than he already has." She said dejectedly, her speech slightly slurred. "Now do you know why I asked you to come with me? After everything I've done for you, you couldn't have done me this one simple favor. But then again, what was I thinking in the first place? Vegeta the almighty Prince of all Saiyans doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. You're nothing but a selfish asshole. So the joke's on me, huh?"

Vegeta stood there and regarded her with a cool expression for a moment. He supposed he somewhat deserved that. However, it was not his responsibility to escort her around and shelter her from that idiot. She was a strong woman, or so he had thought. He had never seen her look so defeated and vulnerable a she did at this moment. "I would have thought you could handle the Weakling on your own. You do not need my help. From what I can recall from your spats, you can hold your own well enough."

"Yeah, okay." She replied rolling her eyes, opening the fridge. "And when he shows up with some gorgeous supermodel bombshell on his arm? And adding insult to injury, she happens to be the girl he cheated on me with? I can't compete with that." She muttered, grabbing an unopened bottle of wine and placing it on the countertop.

"You should not have to feel the need to compete with that." He said blandly. "If you do, you're not who I thought you were."

She turned and looked at him a moment trying to figure out if he had just insulted her or complimented her. "Whatever, Vegeta. Like I said, I'm not in the mood to do this with you right now. You wouldn't understand anyway." She said, opening the bottle of wine and pouring herself a healthy glass.

He smirked at her and reached for one of the last cinnamon rolls.

She looked at him again for a moment. Reaching into the cupboard and grabbing another glass, she handed it to him. "Come keep me company." She said, walking past him and heading up the stairs.

"And why would I want to do that?" he asked arrogantly.

"You got anything better to do." she replied, not stopping. "Plus you owe me for ditching out on me tonight!"

"I did not ditch, Woman!" he shouted, stomping up the stairs after her. "I never agreed to come to your blasted event in the first place!" he growled, following her into her bedroom and out onto her balcony.

"Well I was still hoping you might at least make an appearance." She said almost petulantly. "Would that have been so much to ask?"

"Woman, why is this such a big deal to you?" he asked irritably, taking the bottle from her and pouring himself a glass.

"I don't know." She confessed in a small voice. Truth be told, she really didn't know why she was so hurt that he hadn't agreed to go with her. Vegeta was as antisocial as they came. She knew from the moment she had even considered asking him to accompany her that the odds were slim to none that he just might care enough to make an appearance for her sake, but she was hoping that just maybe he cared for her even just a little bit to put himself out there for a few hours for her. Though who was she kidding? Just because Vegeta had shown her a moment of decency and concern a few months back when she and Yamcha had broken up didn't mean he was reformed from being a complete douchebag.

She had obsessed over that kiss they had shared that night; what was it almost three months ago now? It had been so unexpected. One minute she was in bed crying over what had happened between her and Yamcha the next she and Vegeta were chilling out on her balcony having an actual civil conversation much like they were at the moment. She had replayed the incident over and over again in her mind. For some reason she had decided to kiss him on the cheek; she wasn't sure why. It just felt right at the moment. Maybe she had been just grateful to have a listening ear. Maybe it was because for once he hadn't been a complete ass to her. Either way, a moment had just seemed to pass between them. And then he had taken the initiative and kissed her. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. When her brain had finally processed that Vegeta had just kissed her, she had kissed him back carefully. She had noted before on several occasions that he had a nice mouth. His lips were surprisingly soft. Considering the acidic nature of nearly everything that came out of his mouth the thought that his lips could feel so soft surprised her.

She had then made a mistake; she had decided to deepen it, slipping her tongue in his mouth. She still didn't know why, but he had taken off into the air and had disappeared for three or four days, then avoided her like the plague once he had returned. To say she was more than a little offended was the truth. She hadn't kissed many guys, but she'd never received a reaction like that. It had plagued her. Had he been disgusted? Had she had bad breath? It even occurred to her that maybe he had never kissed a woman before and she had frightened him off. Maybe she had been too bold? She didn't really know anything about his culture. Maybe she had broken some rule in the laws of Saiyan courtship? She didn't know, but she was so frustrated and confused. She had wanted to talk to him about it but hadn't been sure how to bring it up.

After a few days of him avoiding her upon his return, he finally, in his typical belligerent nature, barged into her lab demanding she fix the Gravity Room yet again. They bickered and argued all the way outside and she had decided to leave it alone, seeing that things were more or less back to normal for them. However he did flirt with her a little more than he used to, or his tone wasn't as abrasive as it used to be since that night. She didn't know if he was interested in her or not. So far anything she tried to do to get his attention resulted in him ignoring her completely. She didn't know what to make of it.

Bulma bit her bottom lip, looking at his mouth; wondering if he'd ever kiss her again. What she wouldn't give to have him kiss her again. She turned away from him, feeling her cheeks reddening at her thoughts. "Sorry." She mumbled, looking out at the city lights. It was already dark out.

"Sorry for what, Woman?" he asked, standing next to her, leaning across the railing and looking at the city lights as well, sipping his wine. He should not have followed her up here. It was a bad idea. Last time had been a bad idea. Why was he here again?

"I don't know." She said, shaking her head. "Just ignore me; I'm tipsy and a little more than upset. Not at you, just upset in general."

He nodded and looked at her. "Woman, why are you so upset?" Once again, it bothered him that she was upset. He didn't know why he even cared enough to ask, but he found himself asking before his mind caught up with his mouth so now he was stuck.

"It's just, he knew what this event meant to me." She started with a heavy sigh. "I'm still hurt and angry with him over his cheating. It doesn't bug me that he came. It bugs me that he came with Her. Why would he do that? We've only been broken up a few months but it still feels fresh. He had to know how much that would upset me that he brought her. He could have brought any girl in the world but her. Why would he do that, Vegeta?"

Vegeta shrugged. "He's a low class weakling. What did you expect?"

"I don't know. He can't be that much of a loser. He's dating a supermodel. He's moved up in the world obviously." She said dejectedly, pouring herself some more wine.

"So what?" he replied. "What does that matter?"

"Vegeta, she's one of the most beautiful women in the world. She's been on two Sports Illustrated covers."

He shrugged, not having any idea what a Sports Illustrated cover was. "So?"

"So she's a big deal, Vegeta. Excuse me if my ego is just a little more than deflated at the moment. My big night eclipsed over Yamcha's new flame, who isn't just any woman."

"Woman, your whining over this is pathetic." He sighed. "So what? Who cares who this woman is and that the Weakling has somehow charmed her. How unfortunate for her that she is dumb enough to give him the time of day. I saw her on the television; I do not see what the big deal is. In my opinion, it is a major step down for him."

She looked at him again, a small smile spreading across her lips. So he had complemented her earlier. It wasn't an outright compliment, but a compliment none the less. "Hmm. Thank you. Coming from you, that means a lot."

"Well do not read too much into it." he bristled, almost regretting mentioning that to her. However, he couldn't help that he thought she was beautiful. He always had; since the moment he had first laid eyes on her on Namek; though he had kept that information mostly to himself.

"Uh huh, yeah, okay." She chuckled, rolling her eyes at him. "Don't worry, I won't. But still, that's very sweet of you."

"Hmmn." He replied, finishing his glass of wine quickly, feeling that he had already stayed too long. Before he could leave, she reached over and refilled his glass. He looked at her and sighed. Great, now he had to stay longer. Why did he always put himself in these compromising predicaments with her?

"I'm glad you're here." She slurred slightly.

"Are you, now?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yup." She nodded, letting the "p" pop. "I enjoy your company."

He chuckled dryly. "I thought I was nothing more than a selfish asshole."

"Well, you are. Most of the time." She shrugged. "But you have your moments when you're not so bad to be around."

He nodded and did not reply. Truth be told, he enjoyed her company as well. A few minutes passed as they both enjoyed companionable silence.

"So, did you have an unpleasant run in with the Weakling?" he asked casually.

"Kinda, yeah." She nodded.

"Well either you did or you did not." He said rather irritably.

She sighed. "Fine, I did, alright? And I don't feel like talking about it anymore."

He nodded and didn't say anything, just sipped his wine.

"Thanks for asking though," she replied after a minute, feeling bad for snapping at him like that. "I appreciate it."

He nodded again, not saying anything in reply. He intended on quickly finishing his glass of wine and then going to bed.

"Well, if you're not planning on having anymore wine, I'm going to take this bottle and finish it off in a nice hot bath." She slurred. "Wanna join me?"

"You cannot be serious." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Why not?" She asked with a drunken giggle. "It might be fun."

"Do what you want. I am going to bed." He replied, downing the bottom of his glass, ignoring her invitation. "You sure you're fit to have a bath?"

"Hmmm, you’re right." She said, heading into her bedroom from the balcony and began unbuttoning her jacket, "I'm not going to need this in the bath." She slurred, removing it and tossing it on her bed, revealing that she had indeed been only wearing a lacy delicate white bra underneath the jacket.

"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked in disbelief as she began unzipping her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She now was only in a very delicate white lacy bra and matching panties, her stay up fishnet stockings and white heels. She seemed completely oblivious to his presence just outside her room at this point. I should leave. He kept saying to himself, though he could not bring himself to turn around and leave. "Are you flirting with me?" he choked out.

She looked at him in shock as though she had completely forgotten he was there. She looked down at herself, and back up at him in alarm, embarrassed that he had seen her in her underwear. "Was I?"

He exhaled deeply. "I believe so." He said awkwardly, trying to keep his gaze locked on her face and not let it wonder to her exposed body. I should go now, really.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." She said, looking down and covering her chest up delicately with her arms. "It's just, these past few months I've been so lonely and have felt so unwanted." She said dejectedly, walking up to him slowly, modestly crossing her arms across her chest, her eyes locking on his, revealing sadness in their blue depths. "You've been the first person to show me any kindness and I realized that you have to be lonely too, the last member of your race. I can't imagine what that must be like. I want to get to know you better. You must want that too," she rambled on, swaying slightly as she walked up to him slowly.

He looked at her in amazement, taking in her flawless figure as she approached him slowly, almost as though she were unsure. She was so beautiful yet so vulnerable in this moment. He was speechless; still wrapping his mind around the fact that she had just taken her clothes off in front of him.

"Or you still would not be here, right?" she asked, stopping in front of him and looking at him intensely.

He swallowed hard, trying to figure out what to say back to her. Why was he still standing there? If she weren't intoxicated, he would simply just laugh at her scornfully and tell her how ridiculous she was being and then leave but in her current frame of mind, he knew that his usual rebuff would only hurt her. She wasn't herself. Though he wasn't sure why he cared about her feelings.

He thought a moment about what she had just said to him. A part of him did want to let her in, selfishly drown inside of her, let her comfort all of his past hurts. The other part of him adamantly refused to let her in. She was delicate and innocent. She deserved someone so much better than him. He wasn't capable of what she was looking for and he knew that.

He stood there awkwardly, looking at her as she leaned in closer to him. He could smell her; she always smelled so good to him. She looked at his lips then back into his eyes. She seemed to be waiting for him to do something.

He looked back at her and gazed quickly at her lips, they were parted slightly; and then back at her blue orbs, which were still looking at him expectantly as though she were waiting for him to make the next move. Without thinking it through any further and the consequences, he leaned in and kissed her.

She immediately kissed him back hungrily, almost aggressively, sliding her tongue into his mouth boldly. This time, instead of fleeing from her, he kissed her back, demanding entrance, which she granted to him immediately, opening her mouth to him. Their tongues explored each other's mouths urgently, dueling the other for dominance. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss and he responded by placing his hands on her hips and harshly pulling her body tightly against his own.

Bulma moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer to him, she ran her hands through his thick spiky hair, pleasantly surprised by how soft it was. She had always wondered what his hair felt like. She had always assumed it would be rough in texture, as the rest of him was. She tangled her fingers in his hair and continued to kiss him back with everything she had, just in case it never happened again. She knew she was a little more than tipsy and only hoped she would remember every detail of this moment in the morning. She was thrilled to her very core. No one, not even Yamcha had kissed her like that. Ever. She felt like her whole body was on fire; she felt almost as though he we consuming her very soul as he continued to kiss her within an inch of her life.

Vegeta relished the feeling of her small body against his well-disciplined hard form. He had wondered many times over the past several weeks how her body would feel pressed up against his. She was like a perfect fit. He allowed his right hand to travel gently up her back and then back down, caressing her soft skin; exploring the curves of her delicate body where it came to a rest, cupping her firm bum as he continued to kiss her deeply.

She happened to break their kiss, just for the sheer need for air. She swallowed hard and looked wide-eyed at him in complete disbelief at what had just happened. He looked back at her with a wild, almost unreadable expression on his face. She couldn't tell if he was surprised, angry, excited or what.

He suddenly let her go. He looked back at her and saw desire there; a desire that seemingly matched his own at that moment. How could she desire him after everything he had done? She's inebriated. He reminded himself almost in despair. Therefore, he could not give into his own desire. Not now. Not this time. He knew it would be so easy at this moment; she would not turn him away. Part of him was raging at him to pick her up and continue this just a few feet away in her bed. The other part of him; his pride and what was left of his moral code would not let him take her this way.

"Hmmn." He smirked at her once he had gotten himself under control. "Lusty wench." He said, leaning in, kissing her chastely on the lips and then leaving.

She watched him take off into the sky and briefly wondered if it would be another week before she saw him again. She shrugged and went back out onto the balcony, grabbing the bottle of wine and continued back to her bathroom to have a nice hot bath as planned.

The next morning, Bulma rolled over and moaned, squeezing her eyes shut willing the headache she had away. What happened last night? She wondered. Aside from drinking too much wine, she could not remember much. She did however remember getting into a heated argument with Yamcha over his disrespect in showing up with his new girlfriend in tow. She then remembered leaving because she was so angry and hurt. She didn't remember much after that. She remembered a rather erotic dream last night featuring Vegeta. He had actually been nice to her, shared a bottle of wine with her on her balcony, which had somehow ended in her taking off her clothes and making out with him passionately for several minutes straight before he left again like he had last time.

She smiled to herself, her stomach doing somersaults and flips at the memory of it. Damn he had been a good kisser. She thought. She laid there a moment and felt something on top of her comforter, she leaned up onto her elbows and noticed her white suit jacket laying on her bed. Not far was her skirt and on the dresser the bottle of wine she had finished, just like in her dream. She fell back into her pillow, wiling herself to go back to sleep and sleep off this headache.

She lay there in silence, contemplating her dream suddenly sat up in alarm. That was no dream! She realized, looking at her balcony; the door was still opened too.

"Oh my god!" she moaned, covering her mouth with her hand. She had completely embarrassed herself last night in her drunken state! How would she ever be able to face Vegeta again? Maybe he left like the last time she'd kissed him only this time he'd maybe not come back. Ever.

As she sat there, writhing in her utter and complete mortification just wishing the floor of her bedroom would open up and swallow her whole, she heard the Gravity Room turn on. "Of course I'm not that lucky!" she groaned.

She thought for a moment. He hadn't left. Obviously he was still there. He hadn't seemed angry from what she could recall. "Ugh, whatever, I'll worry about it later." She groaned, pulling her comforter tightly around her and over her head and falling asleep again.
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