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I'll Remember	By : Mallie-3 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'll Remember

Chapter Nine

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters. This is sort of like playing with imaginary Barbie's.

Warning: Lemon/Lime, please be aware! I want to apologize now for my dirty, dirty mind. I don't want to scare you away from reading my story, but I felt it was only fair to warn you before I cause your eyeballs to pop from their sockets.

Word Count: 7,705

ooOoo

Two days quickly flew by. Before she knew it the day she had been dreading had arrived. The heiress had planned for this day for a while. There was a lot of money she was going to be putting into this specific fundraiser and she knew it would only draw more attention on Capsule Corporation. Not to mention the social factors behind it. It was going to be a good night to socialize, drink, enjoy good food, and put down lots of money for their beautiful environment, which was the main objective of this fundraiser.

Bulma pressed 'end' and tossed her phone upon her night stand. She just received a message from the dress store alerting her that her fitted dress had finally arrived. She ran a hand through her perfectly curled hair. Her mother had forced her to attend the hair appointment she made for her. There was originally a make-up artist present, but she put her foot down and only agreed to the hair.

Bulma walked into her bathroom and leaned into the countertop, looking quietly at her reflection. No matter what her attire looked like, nor her hair, she looks like an emotional mess. She had bags under her eyes, which the bottle of concealer sat awaiting use right next to her. As she picked up the glass bottle the soft sound of vibrations caught her attention. The blue haired woman sighed dramatically.

They were just not leaving her alone today. Her father had been calling her more times in the past few days then he had in total this entire year. He was quietly nervous for the fundraiser, but being his daughter she could tell without him voicing his concern. They needed to make a good impression.

Bulma applied the skin colored concealer, making her eyes look a bit brighter. Damn that Ouji asshole for doing this to her. He put more stress on her than anyone else. She had already convinced herself to give up on what they had during his wife's absence. She was used for one purpose only, and that was to get his rocks off. She hadn't seen the man in six years; everything seemed to happen so quickly. Of course all good things in her life quickly end. It was only a matter of time before he tossed her to the side once again.

Bulma huffed and brushed roughly at the soft skin under her eyes. She tossed the concealer back into her make-up bag roughly and walked angrily back into her room. Upon her night stand her phone sat completely lit up, alerting her that she had three missed calls. Bulma snatched it up and slid her finger over the screen and pulled up the text messages from the night before. They had been all listed for her eyes to wander and go through all the emotions she was feeling a couple nights ago.

She pressed 'delete' and cursed softly to herself, pressing the edge of the phone against her forehead. Bulma closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, resting her fist upon the swell of her hip. She slipped on the black pair of heel that were resting near the edge of her bed and walked back into the bathroom, laying her phone on the counter top.

Her hands slipped into her curled locks of hair and fluffed it carefully. Taking in her appearance, she quickly applied some mascara and a bright red lip color before turning off the light and walking to the small office in her penthouse apartment. She collected her speech along with documents which stated what C.C would be awarding at the fundraiser and gripped it tightly in her closed fist. The soft sounds of her heels clicked across the floor. Her phone then began to vibrate once more.

"Yes…" Bulma answered in a dull tone, gripping the door handle and heading to the elevator.

"Bulma…I am waiting with your fiancé in the limo parked just outside your complex. You are ready…" her father paused waiting for his daughter to speak.

Her father was always calm, a little too calm when it came to functions like this where she always worried. She hated worrying.

Bulma brushed her aqua bangs from her eyes and nodded, swallowing quickly, "Yes Daddy, I am ready. I will be down in a moment."

"Good, see you soon." He said quietly, pressing end just as soon as he got his answer.

Bulma took in a deep breath and flipped her bouncing locks away from her face, slipping her phone into her bag.

Once arriving at the main floor, Bulma waved at a few of the employees that she had regular conversations with and was helped into the black limo, which was parked just outside. She slid her hands under her bum, smoothing the fabric of her skirt under her, careful not to create wrinkles.

Bulma's blue eyes shifted toward her fiancé, who was just a couple feet from her. He slid closer and had a grin a mile wide upon his face. His arms immediately draped over her shoulders, pulling her close to him. The smell of his cologne was over powering and almost burning the insides of her nose. He looks handsome as ever, but he was just not the person she wanted to see right now. She had been unable to sleep for the past couple days, she was cranky, and she was stressed about this fundraiser.

"Hey babe, how are you feeling? Nervous at all?" he whispered against her ear, placing a kiss upon her cheek.

Bulma tilted her head to the side and forced a smile upon her face, "I am fine thank you. I am shocked that you are here. I thought you had a business meeting that suddenly came up and your father was making you attend…" Her eyes drifted toward her mother who was taking a long drag on her cigarette and her father who was speaking softly on his phone.

She quickly became annoyed with his massaging hand. She could tell her mother noticed this sudden change in her, "Bulma, you haven't seen Yamcha in a couple days. Show him some love. I am sure you are thrilled to be out in public and showing off your soon to be husband. You will be business partners." Her brilliantly white teeth almost blinded her as she flashed her daughter a fake smile.

"Oh, I am just thrilled. Yamcha, do you mind giving me some space?" Bulma pushed his arm off her shoulders and quickly fixed the ruffle around the neck line on her blouse.

Yamcha's dark brown eyes creased slightly as an unreadable emotion flashed across his features, "No problem, my love." He cleared his throat and smoothed his hand over his neatly parted hair.

Bulma rolled her eyes and shifted her gaze toward her mother who was flicking her blazing cigarette tip into the tray. Her red nailed hand flexed as she situated the cigarette between her fingers. The older woman's cigarette arm was draped over the other, which was placed in her lap and her hair was carefully pulled up on a French twist. She had to say her mother looked very sophisticated. The blonde woman was prepared for this event and wanted to look her best. They all were dressed in the finest designer clothing along with their expensive accent pieces and bags.

"Do you need a drink, Bulma?" her mother drawled as she picked up an iced bottle of champagne and popped the already opened cork off the top.

"Yes please, maybe even two with the way I am feeling." The blue haired heiress cleared her throat and watched her mother eye her carefully as she poured the chilled contents into the glass.

"Here you go my beautiful daughter," Mrs. Briefs smiled kindly toward the young woman, but there was something that sparked Bulma's curiosity. Something that she knew her mother wanted to say, but wasn't just yet.

As soon as Bulma had the glass in her hand, she took a large gulp. It tasted great. It instantly heated her cheeks. Another full glass and she would be good to go. There were going to be so many important people at this fundraiser and she wanted to be truly relaxed.

Dr. Briefs quickly hung up and brushed his fingers over his carefully trimmed mustache. His deep blue eyes took in his young daughter's appearance and a smile graced his lips, "You will be fine, you know I have all my trust and faith in what you can do."

Bulma licked her lips and smiled, "Thank you Daddy, I am glad to see you decided to come with mother. You look nice." She chuckled softly; glad to see her father in a good mood.

Mrs. Briefs shifted in her seat and flicked the cigarette out the cracked window, allowing the white smoke to seep out of her nostrils. She leaned into her husband and tapped his thigh. Her glistening lips turned up in a small smile, "You know I heard the most interesting news today. It was in the papers actually." The blonde woman paused, which Bulma saw her father's features change quickly.

Bulma tilted her head to the side, allowing her blue eyes to shift between Yamcha and her mother, "News?" what was her mother up to? Was this that glint she saw in her eyes before?

"The Ouji's were invited to this fundraiser," An interesting grin formed upon her mother's lips.

"Don't tell me that fool Vegeta Ouji, the old man's son, is going to be there?" Yamcha leaned back in his seat and stretched, shaking his head, "Have to admit that wife of his is not bad on the eyes. Kind of looks like Bulma over here." He chuckled loudly, shifted his eyes toward his fiancé.

The color drained from Bulma's face, which caused her to bring the glass right back up to her lips and take another drink. She didn't know what she should be more concerned about, Yamcha's stupid comment or the way that particular name made her want to lose the contents on her stomach. Mrs. Briefs was chuckling softly reaching into her purse to pull out another cigarette from her pack.

"Yes, that scum bags son is going to show his face. It was in the papers. I guess it is a big thing." She rolled her eyes and lit the tobacco, taking in a long drag.

"Bunny, you will not bring this up any more when we reach the hall where the fundraiser is going to be taking place. I don't want this family frowned upon. The last thing I need is my wife in the papers for not being able to keep her mouth closed." Dr. Briefs pursed his lips and raised a brow, which immediately caused his wife to zip her lip.

"I am sorry, honey, I wasn't planning on embarrassing you. I know you don't want conflict. I just thought I would make some conversation." The older woman pouted, shifting her eyes out the window and completely ceasing all conversation with the group.

Bulma swallowed the rest of her champagne and watched her mother with a surprised expression upon her features. As a child she had rarely seen any interaction between her father and mother. Yes they were married, but they never acted as a husband and wife should. He gave her his credit card, they enjoyed a well cooked meal together, and they even attended house parties as well as had them with one another. Though she had to admit there was always something missing there. It was definitely that four letter word that was missing. Anyone could pick that out. In all the years she had been near her parents when living with them, she had never seen her father speak to her mother in that manner. She suspected it was done only in private.

What had him this frustrated? She could tell by the expression on his face. Quickly he reached for his phone and flipped it open.

"Dr. Briefs speaking…" her father said into the speaker.

Bulma's blue orbs lifted toward the man she was supposed to marry, which he had the same confused look upon his face. She could see it clearly in his eyes. They made eye contact, which Yamcha just responded with shrugging of his shoulders.

Her father quickly shut his phone and placed it into the hidden pocket of his suit. His eyes shifted toward his daughter, along with everyone else in the limo as they fast approached the hall.

"We are the Briefs, who own the well-known Capsule Corporation. We have many clients who support us. The entire world looks to us because of our capsules and that is what keeps us thriving. Our products as well as our staff are key to this equation. One slip of the tongue and we could ruin this image I have worked so hard for," Dr. Briefs wiped his fingers over his mustache, clearing his throat and shifting his deep blue gaze toward his daughter once again. He had a soft smile upon his semi-hidden lips as he kept his eyes on her allowing her to see the pure joy filling those deep blue eyes.

"Don't worry Daddy, I have been preparing for this day for far too long. It will go well, trust me." She leaned in and placed her hand upon his knee, which he leaned in and placed his hand over hers, still smiling in the process.

Mrs. Briefs glared at the corner of her eye and huffed trying her hardest not to say a word. Bulma could tell by the twitch near her upper lip. She sat quietly with the door window cracked and continued to smoke her thin cigarettes.

ooOoo

As soon as the group arrived after an awkwardly silent ride, there were many different people crowding the hall in which the fundraiser would be held for that evening. The blinding flashes from the paparazzi began to turn Bulma's stomach causing a dull bile taste to fill her mouth.

She gripped the pearl necklace around her neck, pulling carelessly at it. For once in a very long time she didn't mind that Yamcha had slipped his hand up into her lap and gripped her fidgeting fingers. His fingers laced her and slowly he leaned in.

"Babe, didn't worry about the cameras, I've got you. Once we are inside you won't have to deal with them any longer." His lips brushed her cheek bone, causing her eyes to slip closed. She responded only with a quick nod of her head.

Mrs. Briefs was the first to exit the car, which she immediately gripped onto her husband's arm. Dr. Briefs placed a hand on his wives and smiled as the reporters called for their attention. They all wanted to get the inside scoop on what would be going down inside the hall for the evening. Not to mention word about the rival companies meeting in the same place caught the media's attention and words flew through the air toward the owner or C.C. about Ouji Corp.

Bulma was rather shocked at how well her father was reacting to the media's persistent hollering and how much he had switched from his outburst toward her mother in the limo. His persona was completely different. He was so irritated with her mother just moments before and almost the instant the doors opened he put on a mask. It was apparent her parent's relationship was for show. Bulma was well aware of her parents relationship, for they both came from money. She just didn't really pay attention until now.

Bulma stepped out, gripping the hand of her fiancé carefully placing the flat portion of her heel onto the concrete. She instantly masked her emotions, forcing a kind smile upon her features as she brushed some of her aqua strands from her eyes. She waved a petit hand in the reporter's directions.

"Miss. Briefs, is it true that yours and Yamcha's wedding is fast approaching? How different will Capsule Corp be now that your father is placing the company in the hands of you and your future fiancé?" Bulma's mouth instantly went dry and the only thing she could do was stutter.

"Um…" she whispered softly completely being thrown off by the question.

"Miss. Briefs and I are very busy. We need to arrive promptly in the hall. We may be able to answer more questions at a later time, but until then, no comment." Yamcha saved the day, which he wrapped his arm around her waist guiding her body away from the bombarding crowd only to see their attention was then taken from her and given to the newest arrival.

Vegeta Ouji…

ooOoo

Vegeta rested his chin in his hand, glance in his wives direction. She had been trying to 'perfectly powder' her nose for the entire ride there. She had a hair appointment earlier as well as a nail appointment. Not to mention she already had her make-up artist over to apply her eyeliner and lip color just the way she wanted it.

She was high maintenance, not to mention she had barely spoken to him since their huge fight a couple days before. She had just recently spoken to him this morning, which started with a soft kiss on his lips, no more, no less. He had been completely shocked that she wanted children. It came out of nowhere, for a woman who was completely used to the world revolving around her to wake up one day and want kids.

He couldn't see himself being a father. He had at one point in his life, but that ship had set sail long ago. Vegeta was a married man and the Vice President of Ouji Corporation. He was one of the richest people in the world. He soon would be taking over the company. He didn't have time to have kids at this moment in time, nor did he want kids with this woman.

He couldn't help but allow his mind to wander to his blue haired vixen. He hadn't seen her in days and he knew by now she would be furious with him. He completely deserved it. Vegeta ran his fingers along the stubble covering his chin and inhaled a deep breath.

"Sweetie, do you know what they are serving for the evening?" the click of Maron's compact mirror snapped him out of his deep thoughts.

He cleared his throat and frowned deeply, "I am not sure. I am not concerned about that. I am only concerned about my rep." he replied quickly, which his father who was seated near the two glanced up from his iPad. He had been working out the companies numbers all day along with speaking on the phone to certain clients. The old man never stopped working. Something the heir had to look forward to once he stepped down.

"Which is a good thing, you need to keep your mind set on that. We have many eyes on us and not only that but Capsule Corporation is going to be there. I was informed early this morning. I wasn't sure until today, but they finally spoke up." His father stroked his goatee and pursed his lips, which told the two he was not happy about that particular crowd showing up for the evening.

Vegeta stood up straight, "You don't say, old man Briefs is going to be there?" he chuckled and sat back in his seat.

"Yes, the fucker is going to be there." Vegeta Senior replied in a dry tone.

Maron rubbed her lips together after applying her gloss and shifted her gaze between the two men, "I wonder if that blue haired daughter of theirs is going to be present. She is odd, not very social at all." She huffed and situated the large wedding ring on her left hand.

"The woman barely knew you, what did you expect?" Vegeta countered her observation, shooting her an interesting look.

Maron looked up observing her nails and raised a well-shaped eyebrow, "So…I could care less what she was thinking, I already have my opinion. Don't tell me you are actually sticking up for that woman, she is a part of Capsule Corporation, the Corporation that your father despises above any other company." She chuckled softly and leaned in, licked her bottom lip as if trying to entice her uninterested husband.

"Thank you very much for pointing that out, Maron, but I have been well aware of my father's hatred of that company for years." He replied in a snide tone, which caused his wife to recoil instantly.

"Well, someone needs a strong drink," Maron huffed, flipping her straight light blue hair over her shoulder, twisting it in her closed fists. She kept her eyes away from her flustered husband especially since the limo driver was pulling up to the entrance were many reporters stood shouting at their car.

She was pumped. Maron was completely excited about getting out of the car and showing them what she was made of. She had a great body, and a rich husband to drag around. What else could they possibly need for a good story? She was going to have them eating out of the palm of her hand.

She released her hair and watched her husband grip his suit, straightening the jacket and preparing to exit. The limo driver quickly rounded the vehicle and opened the door, allowing Vegeta Senior to exit, followed by his son.

Vegeta leaned in and gripped his wife's hand, helping her from the limo's confines and allowed her a moment to straighten her short dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her hair cascaded down her back as she adjusted herself. Vegeta allowed her perfectly manicured hand to grip his arm as he walked her toward the entrance. She would pause to sign a few autographs on the way, along with answering a few questions about their first month being a married couple.

Vegeta of course ignored them all, along with his father who seemed agitated with the bright flashes. His old man had already sped up his pace and drew in on the Brief family. Vegeta's eyes widened slightly as he laid eyes upon his woman. He let out a deep breath a bit horrified that he even categorized her as his. Maron gripped his arm and pulled him close, giving him a peck on the cheek. The reporters loved it, which only stimulated them to take even more pictures of the 'happy couple'. He couldn't wait to get inside where he could just be alone for a while and enjoy a nice strong drink, as Maron put it.

ooOoo

The famous Briefs family made their way toward their designated tables. Their family name flashed brightly in a 3D hologram placed in the center of the table. They found their seats and quickly before another word was said, Mrs. Briefs was off; most likely to speak about the most interesting gossip with what looked like a wife of one of her father's friends. Her father almost did the same, but quietly nodded to those he knew and conversed near the refreshment table. Everything was laid out perfectly for the evening. The lights were low, giving a romantic feel to the atmosphere. The crystal plates and glasses glistened as the lights touched them in all the right places. Waitresses wore their assigned outfits, which suited this occasion perfectly and they quickly got to work offering glasses of Champaign.

Mrs. Briefs weaved through the people stopping women she knew and speaking casually. It was nice to attend such a social event such as this. She arrived with another woman near the refreshments to grab a few items, which were placed directly in front and around a detailed ice sculpture of the globe. It was dramatically illuminated with different colored lights, giving it a more realistic feel. She took in its beauty as well as making a mental note on ideas for her daughter's wedding. She made it her goal to ask who had done this beautiful piece of art. She was sure her daughter would agree with a little nagging.

She let a soft sigh escape her lips, causing her to lull her head to the side. She ran a hand over her perfectly placed hair and looked around smiling and nodding to those who took notice of her. She was an attention whore, and loved it. The blond haired woman placed her newly obtained glass to her lips and glanced in her daughter's direction to see she was watching the Ouji corps heir closely. Her eyes had been wandering since the moment they arrived. Why did she still look to that boy like a lost puppy?

Stupid girl… you best not be doing anything to ruin what you have on this silver platter I have made for you…

Mrs. Briefs though to herself, taking a slow drink from her glass. She shifted her eyes toward her husband. He was speaking to an unnamed man. He was dressed nicely tonight. Thank goodness he allowed her to pick out the suit for him. He truly did look stunning. She smiled in his direction as he made eye contact with her, but just as soon as he saw her intense gaze he nodded coldly and placed a hand on the younger man's upper back and guided him away. Mrs. Briefs pursed her glistening lips together and chuckled softly to herself, taking another drink.

"You never told him did you?" a silky tone replied from beside the older woman, causing her to jump and gasp. She nearly choked on her drink.

Her blue orbs flashed around frantically for the voice that had just spoken to her. She tried to keep her body movements calm and as graceful as she could after being frightened to death.

"You scared the shit out of me, what are you doing lurking around?" the blonde haired woman sneered, letting her eyes slide over Vegeta Senior's frame.

The older man stroked his goatee before slipping that particular hand into his pocket.

"Sorry, that wasn't my intensions." His dark eyebrow lifted, shifting his gaze toward the blonde's daughter.

"No you not," she responded, taking a drink and keeping her distance. She could feel his gaze upon her, which made her truly uncomfortable.

"It truly is quite comical what those two pulled right under our noses," the older gentleman's voice was filled with amusement, which truly made her uneasy.

"I couldn't tell him, I made a promise not to." She said softly.

Vegeta senior chuckled loudly, placing a hand to his chest, "You…keeping a promise?" he shook his head.

"I am not completely cold hearted, you pig." The blonde haired woman turned, raising a brow.

The man's eyes shifted to her parted lips as a slow smirk made its way across his features.

"If only he knew," the Ouji Corp president said softly, "nice seeing you again Bunny, you look quite ravishing in that outfit." Mrs. Briefs instantly responded by running her hand over her tightly fitting dress suit.

"Oh and tell your husband I said hello," He winked playfully and slithered off, allowing her time to take in the conversation. Mrs. Briefs sneered and cursed under her breath. She lifted her gaze to see her husband had finally released that young man, shaking his hand and heading in her direction.

"Are you keeping tabs on my whereabouts?" Dr. Briefs approached, with a few business acquaintances fast approaching from behind him. They were unable to hear their conversation, "I have a few people I want you to meet. Come with me" With that she quickly followed her husband, taking the arm he extended to her.

ooOoo

Everyone was off doing their own thing. She felt so out of place in this setting. She never thought she would ever think this in a million years, but she truly was glad that Yamcha had stuck by her side. He had plenty of offers to come speak with high classed men, who were all interested in him because he would be one of the next owners of the famous Capsule Corporation, but he stayed with her. He knew how apprehensive she felt.

From the first moment she arrived, Bulma reached out to take the first glass offered to her by the woman that approached their group. At the rate she was going she would soon feel really good. Unfortunately her small buzz was not enough. She needed a couple more drinks because just a few tables away from her were Vegeta and his wife. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. This could not be happening to her.

She felt like she had a ton of bricks upon her chest. Bulma tipped her glass back and gulped the contents in the glass down quickly. Yamcha leaned in and brushed his lips over her earlobe, completely catching her off guard. She jumped and offered him a smile.

"Are you alright? You seem very flustered…" he asked softly, placing soft kisses upon her jawline and stroking his thumb across the soft skin on the back of her neck.

"Yea, I am fine. I am not used to all of this. I usually stay behind the scenes. I am the inventor and doer, not the social gathering kind of gal." Bulma allowed a playful giggle to emote from her lips. She quickly silenced it as a hand rose to cup her lips.

"Oh, well relax you can tell you are flustered. At this rate you will be eaten alive." He nudged her playfully, taking another glass from a passing tray and offered it to her, "Have another one, but remember not to get too crazy. We still have the entire cocktail hour left, it has just begun don't you know." He gripped her hand and pulled it to his soft lips, brushing them over the top of her hand.

Bulma nodded and took a slow drink, heeding her fiancé's words, but stopping to glance over her shoulder seeing Maron running her hands up the front of Vegeta's suit. She was leaning in and whispering in his ear. He had his hand place on the small of his wife's back. She could no longer look, which she turned her body away slightly and looked to the high set stage.

Just as she took notice of Vegeta and Maron's open affection for one another, the orchestra began to play. There was well as a wonderful pianist along the group and it truly calmed her for just a few moments. The songs were light and encouraged some chatter throughout the hall. Cocktail orders were being made and the bar was completely packed. They had a few options that were created especially for this night. She had stuck with her Champaign.

She had two in the limo and now this was her second at the fundraiser. She was feeling rather good. Yamcha was in his own world during this relaxation time. Snacks had been distributed and everyone was just enjoying the moment. He was tapping his thumb on the back of her chair, running his index finger over the bare flesh of her collar. It was sending shivers down her spine, which caused major discomfort.

He must have taken her shiver as something more and Yamcha leaned in, pressing his lips to her ear, nipping at the earlobe, "I need you tonight."

"Um…" Bulma let a nervous giggle escape her red lips, trying desperately to get out of this unwanted attention.

She shifted her eyes over her shoulder once again, trying to avoid eye contact with Yamcha, to see Maron was practically sitting in Vegeta's lap. She was sucking seductively on the cherry from her cocktail, seeing Vegeta was eyeing his wife's lower lip. He lifted his dark eyes to see the blue haired woman was staring in his direction.

Bulma immediately lowered her gaze, which caused a bright shade of pink to caress over her already pinked cheeks. He had seen her staring in his direction. She snuck yet another glance. He was still looking. He had no emotions on his handsome face. It awakened something deep in the pit of her stomach, causing her to react to him even though he was three tables from her.

Yamcha seemed to take her bodies responses as something he was causing and just then, he leaned in more, running his hands over her bare thighs, "What do you say about that?" he whispered seductively, causing Bulma's stomach to turn. Her eyes were still on Vegeta, which Yamcha could not see as his face was buried in her hair.

The Ouji heir then did something shocking after watching Yamcha's display. Vegeta leaned in and captured his wife's lips in his, deepening the kiss after a few moments, tracing his fingers over her jaw and then through her hair, gripping it tightly before releasing her. His amused eyes shifted back toward her furious gaze, only to have her completely turn away. Her breathing was irregular. She could hardly contain her anger. Suddenly Bulma lifted her eyes to see her fiancé was watching her carefully. He had pulled away most likely trying to figure out why she was not responding. His thick eyebrows were knitted, completely confused at what he had just witnessed. Had Yamcha seen her reaction to Vegeta kissing his wife?

"Bulma?" he shifted his eyes toward the Vice President of Ouji Corporation, the confusion becoming a bit more apparent on his features, "Are you alright…I?"

"I am fine; I need to use the rest room." Bulma quickly responded.

"Ladies and gentleman, cocktail hour will be ending in about 40 minutes. Please enjoy the refreshments. Out first speaker will be announced shortly, thank you."

ooOoo

Vegeta lifted his eyes to see that fiancé of hers staring straight at him. He could care less. He huffed and shook his head. He had flustered her. Served her right too. That blasted fiancé of hers had been running his hands all over her body. It was a public groping session.

Well, not necessarily a groping session, but he definitely didn't like the man's hands on what he considered to be his.

Fuck…

He ran a hand through his hair. She was gripping her handbag and standing. She was speaking to him softly. Vegeta truly wanted to know what was going on in her mind. He hoped she felt how he had when seeing that man stroke that soft skin of hers, where he should be the only one doing so.

He discretely watched, not allowing his wife to see his watchful gaze on this particular woman. Just as he thought he had won their little nonexistent battle, Bulma glanced up at him briefly and placed her hands on either side of the lawyers face, kissing him full on the lips. She deepened the kiss and ran her hands through his dark locks of hair. She took her time with him adding a few bits of passion and prolonged it a tad longer then he had with Maron.

Damn her…

She pulled her lips from his and stroked his cheek before stepping around the table to walk toward the restrooms. Vegeta leaned back in his chair and ran a hand over his unruly locks of hair. He couldn't believe that display he just witness. What game was she playing it? Damn it, he knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't help it.

He needed to find her, but how? He didn't want to be noticed. They had a good forty minutes to work out what needed to be said. He would give it to the woman straight. She would not make a fool of him like this.

"I am going to use the restroom. Stay here and order me another one of these…" Vegeta gripped the empty glass and wiggled it in front of her face.

"No problem, come back soon." She whispered in a sexy tone.

Maron was completely in heaven with the attention he had just offered her. It was not at all genuine, but he would continue to allow her to think that way if it would by him sometime the minx. His eyes lifted to the man Bulma called, fiancé, and noticed he was now speaking with a man that approached the Briefs table. It was the perfect time to escape.

Vegeta placed his hand at his abdomen and didn't stop for anyone on the way to the restrooms. He paused a moment to grab a freshly made cocktail off of a tray, gulp it down, and paused in the long hallway to see a female worker guarding the doors. She obviously had bathroom duty, which entailed cleaning and restocking the restrooms.

He grinned softly in her direction, mustering up enough charm to get her attention, "Good evening, how many people entered that bathroom there?" he pointed to the ladies room.

Just then a heavier set woman emerged with her purse in hand and made her way back to her seat. Vegeta's eyes raised as a breath exited from between his lips.

"Only one now, why do you ask?" the young girl asked him, a bit confused by the strange question.

"Keep busy elsewhere for about fifteen minutes," Vegeta said, leaning into her and offering her a hundred dollar bill. She took it gladly and disappeared.

Vegeta slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and clocked it. Bulma was standing in front of the vanity, which the click caught her attention.

A gasp emoted from her red lips, "What in the hell?" the blue haired woman quickly asked.

"What? Not happy to see me?" Vegeta slowly approached her.

He had a wild look in his eye. It was as if he was the predator and she was his prey.

"No…not what I said, I am just curious as to why you are in the women's bathroom. You know these are the main restrooms right?" she blinked a few times, running her hand nervously through her hair, "What if someone saw you…?" she whispered.

"We had better make our chat quick then, huh?" Vegeta snapped, growling lowly in his throat and reaching out to snatch her by the arm, "What was that out there, woman?"

"W-what do you mean?" Bulma gasped feeling the intense pressure on her upper arm.

"You know damn well," he applied more pressure and leaned in, taking in the scent of her, and burying one hand deep in her rich locks of curled hair.

"I should ask you the same thing, it looks to me you were trying to awaken some sort of jealousy in me first." Bulma tilted her head to the side, only to have it yanked back hard. Her jaw jutted forward, which she instantly felt his hot breath on her parted lips.

"Do you like this control you have over me? This burning jealously you cause in me? Because I can tell you it worked…I am angry. Seeing him touch you…" he growled and instantly crushed his lips to hers, pressing his tongue deep into her mouth enjoying the sweet taste of her.

Vegeta moaned into her mouth, slipping his hand from her arm and massaging her breasts roughly through the fabric of her blouse.

"Fuck you…" Bulma whispered harshly against his mouth, biting him hard and shoving him weakly.

Vegeta groaned and cupped his mouth, nursing his throbbing lip and watching her with a wild gaze.

"You completely ditched me the night before…especially the message you sent. Way to rub her into my face." Bulma whimpered softly feeling his rough hands instantly grip her struggling thighs and toss her up and onto the counter top. He pressed up on the black material of her skirt, baring the milky flesh of her upper thighs and the blue silk material of her panties, which were still covering what he so much desired.

"Shut up wench, you know I need you and crave you. I couldn't get to you…a certain problem came up. I was not expecting her arrival." He laced his fingers in her hair and yanked hard, exposing her neck and ravaging it immediately.

Bulma closed her eyes and groaned softly, bucking her hips up against the front of his dress pants. To her surprise he was hard as a rock.

"Stop talking and finish what you started…" she pushed her panties aside roughly, rubbing her long fingers over the swollen flesh of her clit, coating and preparing for his rough entrance.

Vegeta grunted, pulling his belt free and yanking her hands away from her core, "No, stop that…" his voice was dripping with desire. His body was about to explode. He could barely take watching her play with herself. It was enough to drive him mad.

He yanked her from the countertop, gripped her neck, laying her flat across the sink, and pulled her hips back allowing his throbbing cock to slip into her heated depth. His head dropped back, allowing a drawn out groan to escape his parted lips. He was home.

ooOoo

Yamcha looked down at his wrist watch; it had been twelve minutes since she had left. He honestly hoped she wasn't getting sick in the bathroom. Mrs. Briefs arrived back at the table and seemed to notice his fidgeting and raised a brow in his direction.

"I'll be right back. I am going to check on Bulma." She only answered with a quick nod, leaning in then to speak to her husband who followed had quickly followed her arrival.

Yamcha stood up and pushed in his chair. His eyes shifted to toward Vegeta's table to see Maron was chatting away with another couple that had migrated to her table. Suspicion then sunk in. He began to worry. Where was his fiancé?

He slowly arrived in the hallway leading toward the restrooms to see a young woman smiling and approaching him, "Hi there sir, can I help you?"

Yamcha raised a brow and shifted his dark gaze toward closed women's restroom door, "Um, I am just looking for my fiancé. She has blue hair…she has just been in there for a while, did you happen to see her?"

"Um, I am not sure. I just arrived back from break." The girl bit her lower lip and turned quickly to see Bulma immerge from the bathroom.

She tilted her head to the side and blinked a few times, keeping her body in the door way, "Sorry I took so long, I thought I was going to get sick. I am fine now. No more drinks for the evening." Bulma chuckled and reached out to take his hand, allowing him to lead her from the hallway.

He kept looking over his shoulder back toward the bathroom door, "I am glad you are feeling better, sweetie. I was worried about you. You were in there for quite some time." He whispered against her ear, wrapping his arms around her shoulder taking in her freshly spritzed body perfume, "Apply more perfume, huh?" he smiled into her hair.

"Um, yea…" Bulma avoided the conversation.

"The speeches are going to be starting soon. They are starting to serve dinner now." He said, helping her back toward the table.

After they had arrived back, Yamcha happened to glance up and noticed Vegeta Ouji was seated back in his original spot. His wife seemed oblivious. What confused him was the man was staring right at him. An interesting grin was on his lips. What was this man looking at? Yamcha blinked a few times and decided to offer a smile instead. With that the famous Ouji heir, leaned back in his chair and nodded, completely going back to ignoring his existence.

Bulma lifted her blue eyes and smiled, "Well, you seem to be feeling better." He pointed out.

"Yes, I feel much better actually. I think I am going to go great with this speech I prepared." She gripped the folder from her bag near the side of her chair and placed it beside her, leaning back to allow the servers to offer them their meals.

She blushed at the thought of little romp in the women's bathroom. It was rough and fast, just how she liked it every once and a while especially if it was good. It was completely inappropriate, but it was deliciously inappropriate. Yamcha seemed suspicious of her disappearance, but she didn't care. Was that bad?

Her phone vibrated, alerting her of a new text message. She leaned over her chair and pulled it free, hiding the screen from any prying eyes.

Lunch tmrw. Take it at 1:30pm. I will contact u w/ the details.

I can't wait 2 get my hands on u once again.

Bulma bit her lower lips softly and gripped the pearls around her neck, lifting her eyes toward the content man just three tables away from her. He hadn't noticed her stare just yet, but when he did he grinned at her. She responded by shoving her phone back into place and turning to face the table.

Oh Mr. Ouji, what am I going to do with you?

ooOoo

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