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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 Ten

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the Characters.

Warnings: Extreme Lemon- Beware there is adult content in this chapter, which means it isn't suitable for those under the age of 18 whose parents would completely lose their mind if you read it. Don't say I didn't warn you! Like I have said plenty of times, I have a dirty mind and therefore I project it onto these poor innocent characters. :(

Word Count: 7,462

ooOoo

Mrs. Briefs situated the large sunglasses upon the bridge of her nose. She had a tight fitting dress on, which came down and frilled near her knees. Her heels clicked with each step, causing her curvy lower half to sway seductively. In her hand was a brief case. She had made this appointment a few days after the fundraiser and she was determined to be seen.

Vegeta senior had turned her down two days in a row. He knew how she could get, so just 48 hours after her merciless nagging she gave up and decided to come in anyway. Her husband had left on a business trip a few days after the fundraiser, which was the perfect time to meet up with the man and discuss something that had been gnawing at her brain for weeks. As she pushed through the double doors the secretary stood up and smiled in her direct, leaning over and preparing for the older woman to stop at her station.

The sassy blonde lifted a hand and pulled her glasses down her nose, pausing momentarily. Her cold blue eyes shifted over the small frame of the young secretary as she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Cocking her hip out and placing her hand upon it, Bunny tilted her head to the side and pursed her bright red lips. Her smoky eyes blinked a few times before she spoke.

"I have a meeting with Vegeta Ouji, Senior that is, and I am going up. I won't give you my name, so don't even ask. Thank you sweetie," the woman pursed her lips, forcing a fake smile upon her features and slipping her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

The girl's mouth opened slightly for a split second, only to have it clamp tightly shut, unable to respond to the straight forward woman standing before her. The older woman quickly made her way to the elevator, pressing the round button that took her to the top.

The tip of her black stiletto shoe tapped a beat on the floor of the elevator. Her bright eyes looked through the dim plastic of her sunglasses, watching as the numbers slowly rose, alerting her she was closing in on her destination.

A small bell chimed as the double doors slid open, allowing her to step off. She clutched her bag tightly to her side and pulled it closer to her rounded hip as she made her way down the hall. The click of her heels must have alerted Ouji senior because as soon as she rounded the corner his head was up and his dark eyes were narrowed. A surprised expression formed on his features.

"What in god's name are you doing in my building, blasted woman?" Vegeta Senior stood abruptly almost knocking his office chair over.

His large strides brought him at the front of his office door in a matter of moments. He gripped the woman's wrist tightly and yanked her into the office, slamming the door in the process.

"I am here because of that slim ball you call, son." Bunny ripped off her sunglasses and yanked her hand free, pointing a red tipped manicured name in Ouji Senior's face, "You turned me down too many times, so I took it upon myself to come see you." She admitted.

"What the hell do you mean, my son?" Senior narrowed his blazing eyes and took in her sharp features.

"I think your son has something to do with my daughter's sudden emotional change. I don't think it. She has completely dropped off the God damned emotional grid ever since we saw your…," her teeth clenched tightly as she tried to get ahold of herself by closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, "son…" she whispered, "Look, she is to be married in two weeks. I will not have her straying from this amazing young man she has for some scum bag like your son." Bunny stomped her foot and crossed her arms over her voluptuous breasts.

"Scum bag? My son is anything but a scum bag, Mrs. Briefs, and if you came into MY office to complain about MY son then you can remove yourself from my sight…" The man growled, narrowing his eyes as he watched the younger woman, making his way slowly toward his desk.

"Oh, don't you worry I will be leaving soon. Though I am not going to leave this office until you tell me if you know something that I don't?" Bunny took a few steps toward the dark haired man.

Her hands were now on her sides and her back was fully erect. With her stilettos on she was just about the same height as the President of Ouji Corporation. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly as she watched those dark orbs fill with frustration as they fell upon her. She didn't care what this man thought at the moment, all she cared about was figuring out why her daughter was leaving work early or just calling in. Today was the last straw for her. She had gotten a phone call from her husband, which he asked her to check on Bulma. She had called him letting him know she wasn't going to be coming in, which she usually did before calling the office. Apparently she wasn't feeling well, but Bunny knew better than that. Especially when she dropped by her apartment and there was no answer.

It drove her mad. Where was her daughter during the day? When she was on a mission, she did stupid things, and the blonde woman definitely took it to a whole other level. Vegeta Senior's nostrils flared as anger gripped him tightly.

"Woman, you have some nerve showing up at this office. To answer your blasted question, no, I haven't seen my son other than when he works. Anyway, even if he was fucking that blue haired daughter of yours, it isn't any of my business. I could care less what my son is doing. Just as long as you don't open that slimy mouth of yours and ruin what he has built for himself and this company." Ouji Senior reached up and stroked his goatee.

"Slimy mouth, huh?" Mrs. Briefs' eyes lit up brightly, allowing her crystal blue eyes to search his face as she stepped closer, "Such a terrible description for something you loved me using at one time." She breathed, leaning in seductively before side stepping him and making her way toward his large open window to watch the busy traffic below.

Vegeta Senior growled in annoyance and tilted his head to the side, placing his own hands upon his narrow hips, "Don't speak of such things…" he growled in annoyance.

"Oh? What were those comments to me at the fundraiser, huh? Did it get you excited to see my husband watching us speak? Still trying to antagonize him?" She winked playfully at him, running her perfectly manicured index finger across her full, red painted lower lip.

"Shut your mouth, Bunny." He growled, "I want you out of my office. I don't know what my son has been up too. I think you had better keep your nose out of it as well." He suggested in a rude tone, causing the older woman's grin to slip from her face.

"I will not…I refuse to allow my daughter to ruin a good marriage," Bunny chuckled evilly, "Plus, what does your son have to offer her now anyway? He is married to that bimbo on the cover of Maxim."

"Why are you so concerned? Knowing my son, he will lose interest and move on to bigger and better things. He did that that last time, am I right?" Vegeta Senior asked, slipping his hands into the pockets of his expensive suit.

"Fuck you," she whispered, pursing her lips and turning away from the window, strutting back toward the open office door.

Bunny slipped her sunglasses back upon her nose and turned, allowing the man standing in front of his desk to get a nice view of her body's profile.

"I already had the pleasure of that and look at where it got you…" he chuckled seeing her cheeks flush brightly.

Bunny growled furiously and stomped out of his office, slamming the door in the process to make her 'point'. She would figure out where her daughter was and what she had been up to, no matter if it meant waiting at her apartment until she arrived.

ooOoo

Bulma body arched up toward the ceiling, panting hard and releasing a powerful moan before throwing back her head. Her blue locks were lose and flowing freely over her shoulders and brushing over her arched back with each movement. Her fingers gripped into the sheets as her body was bounced furiously. She tried desperately to keep up the pace. Her breasts bounced with each tremendous thrust given to her by the dark haired man below her. His grunts of pleasure matched the intensity of her emoted sounds of pleasure. Beads of perspiration formed across her fore head. Her breasts and flat stomach also glistened as the light from the hotel bathroom filtered into the room and across the bed.

Bulma looked down her body at her lover. His eyes were closed tightly. His jaw was clenched, along with the rest of his well-built body. His stomach muscles and pecks glistened, creating a hunger in her seeing them ripple with each movement. She wanted nothing more than to lean in and lick up each bead of sweat upon his body.

She slowed her pace, leaning forward slightly to clutch one of her hands upon one of his legs. Her hips rocked back and forth, enjoying the feeling of his rock hard member sliding in and out of her. Each motion caused ripples of pleasure to shoot through her womb and across her sensitive breasts. She slid a hand around the front of her body, allowing her fingertips to caress a trail over his wash board abs to the soft hair starting from his belly button down to the point where their bodies connected deliciously.

Vegeta groaned softly and reached up to cup both cheeks of her ass in his hands, kneading the flesh carefully with his expert touch. A grin formed on her dully colored lips, which had been smudged from the long moments of breathless kisses.

"Fuck me…," she finally whispered to him. Her eyes filled with deep dark desire.

Vegeta's hands clenched upon her ass tighter, slowing his movements even more as he felt her inner walls clench around him with need. His mouth formed in the shape of an 'O', alerting her she did something right. She clenched him tightly once again, running a hand up her flat belly and then straight for her womanhood.

Vegeta's hungry eyes lowered, watching her every movement, "I want to see it…" he growled.

"Do you…?" Bulma whispered softly.

"Yes…" he growled through clenched teeth.

The blue haired goddess riding him stopped her slow movements and quickly lowered her eyes toward her hand, placing her finger tips over the sensitive piece of flesh between her nether lips.

"If I let you watch…will you fuck me…hard?" the heiress whispered in a playful tone, dipping her pink tongue out to caress over her upper lip.

"I will fuck you any way you like, baby. Show me…" He gripped her hips and flipped her off him and onto the bed causing her to bounce a few times. He leaned in and captured her lips quickly before slowly backing away upon his knees. He antagonized her by sliding his hands up and down her slender legs slowly, coming close to making contact with her weeping core.

Bulma grinned playfully and allowed a soft giggle to escape her lips as she pressed her back against the headboard. Her legs parted slightly, slowly ran a hand over her glistening core, brushing her thumb over the swollen nub between her lower lips. Her mouth dropped open slightly, sighing softly in the process. Her index and middle finger worked together, slipping into her core and lubricating herself as she brushed her fingers experimentally over her throbbing womanhood. The blue haired woman panted, watching as Vegeta took his own member into his hand and pumped slowly, watched her fingers disappear into her core and pump in and out. He looked like he was about to pounce on her.

She couldn't stop. The dull ache was enough to drive her crazy. She wanted to come, and she was going to make herself, whether it was with her own hand or Vegeta's body. Bulma pushed her slouching body up upon the pillows and pumped her fingers into her core, pulling out frequently to work her clit. Before she had time to finish it herself Vegeta groaned out in frustration. He quickly leaned forward and gripped her hips, yanking her body to his.

She gasped and reached up to grip the headboard. The dark haired man gripped her behind the knees and flipped her legs up and over his shoulders, positioning himself at her swollen entrance.

"Now I am going to fuck you." He breathed, allowing his dark eyes to shift to her perfectly swollen lips, "I am going to make you scream my name. I will not stop until I feel you come around me." He grunted loudly and thrust forward, filling her up.

Bulma cried out loudly, placing her hands upon her thighs as his hips pressed against hers relentlessly. The sound of his harsh breathing in her ear was nearly enough to send her over the edge.

"Please…harder," she cried, watching his eyes lid with extreme pleasure.

A loud growl emoted from Vegeta's clenched teeth as he pulled back and slipped her legs from his shoulder, parting her thighs and pushing forward hard, feeling skin slap skin.

"Oh god…I love it…" she panted lacing her fingers in her blue locks of hair, which was fanned out against the winkled sheets.

"Of course you do…only I can do this for you…now beg me to make you cum." He leaned in, placing his hands on either side of her, not daring to lose the momentum he had created. His hips pounded into hers mercilessly as he felt her inner walls spasm around him.

"Oh fuck…please…I beg you. Make me cum. Gods Vegeta." She cried out, clenching her eyes tightly shut.

Vegeta shot a hand between her thighs and rubbed over her soaked clit, feeling his hard member sliding in and out of her core. His eyes never leaving her face, enjoying the way it contorted in pleasure with each strong pump of his hips.

"You're so close…" he whispered in her ear, nipping it softly and then moving lower so he could run his tongue along the salty flesh of her neck.

Bulma's hips bucked forward, riding out this growing sensation. She felt like she was going to die if she didn't get this orgasm. Finally after a few more pumps, Vegeta quickened his pace and plucked at her clit throwing her over the edge immediately.

"Oh my god…" Bulma shouted, rolling her head to the side and clutching the pillow case tightly in her hand, causing her knuckles to turn white.

Her body jerked all over the bed. Vegeta had to lean in and hold her hips down as his pumped into her, allowing his head to drop back. He was completely taken with this wonderful sensation of her climax. The feel of her walls tightening around his manhood was enough to throw him over the edge. His lips parted slightly as he began to feel his peak fast approaching. He couldn't look at her face as she cried out from pleasure. It would be too much. One look and he would spiral downhill.

He cracked his eyes and peaked down at this beautiful woman beneath him, screaming his name and arching with pleasure, the pleasure he had inflicted upon her. He shouted out in pleasure and quickly withdrew his throbbing manhood, stroking the rock hard flesh. His body jerked along with his cock as white hot streams of semen shot from the tip of his manhood, creating what he would call 'art' upon her stomach.

Bulma felt her breathing slow and the warmth of his essence coating the soft flesh of her stomach. She looked down and ran a finger through the sticky substance, completely shocked with this action.

With all the different times they had fucked, he had never once spilled his seed outside of her in this manner. Her eyebrows knitted. Bulma licked her lips and covered her eyes, running her free hand over his course hair.

"Towel…"Bulma whispered to him, rousing him from his moment of relaxation.

Vegeta stood offering her a nice view of his well-formed body, turning and gripping a soft white towel in his hands and tossing it to her. He flopped back on the bed and lifted his eyes to meet hers.

Bulma quickly cleaned the mess up, or what she could of the mess, and tossed the towel to the floor. Her blue eyes quickly shifted to meet his as she rolled upon her stomach. Vegeta leaned in and ran a hand over the twin globes of her rear end and chuckled.

"My dirty girl…" he whispered playfully by her ear, "You're all mine." He claimed.

"The woman on the side," Bulma's eyes sparkled with amusement, "Labeled to many as 'mistress."

"Bah, don't say that word. I don't like it. You mean more to me than a simple mistress." Vegeta pulled his hand away, laying upon his back and looking up at the ceiling of the hotel.

Bulma decided to go no further with his comment and sighed softly, "I can't believe we are doing this," she shook her head and buried her face against the pillows.

"Why? You enjoy it as much as I enjoy it," Vegeta responded gruffly, "We are far away from the City, and far away from my town. No one would even think to look for us here. I doubt anyone in this small town has a clue of who we are…" Vegeta explained looking toward the dirtied closed door of their small hotel room, hearing the soft sounds of other guest's just outside.

"I guess it was a good thing that you were the one that checked in and I just met you up in the room. I wouldn't want anyone to recognize us." Bulma shook her head.

"Yes, do not worry. The man in the office was too busy with his Playboy to even give a damn." He explained, running his hand over his glistening face.

"You know…I like spending time with you," Bulma admitted, slowly standing and making her way to the small refrigerator that was offered to the guests staying in this particular room.

She bent over and pulled two Bud Lights from the fridge, tossing one to Vegeta. She twisted off the cap and took a slow drink, enjoying the taste of the cool beer.

"I like to spend time inside of you." Vegeta chuckled softly, running a hand over his face before taking a few drinks from his bottle.

Bulma forced a smile upon her lips and turned slowly, feeling slightly hurt by his choice of words. She was serious about that. She honestly loved his company. Yes, they did spend a lot of time fucking each other's brains out this week, but it didn't change the fact that her feelings for him were getting stronger and stronger each time she met up with him. She could no longer ignore it.

"What is wrong?" Vegeta asked in a low voice, watching her as he traced a pattern upon his chest.

"Nothing is wrong, I am just really happy to be with you. Even though I am in a piece of shit motel with sheets that smell like mildew and in hodunk nowhere, it is good." Bulma chucked softly and sat upon the edge of the bed, allowing him to skim over her nude form carefully. He leaned forward and trailed his fingertip over her shoulder blade, pausing to look into her eyes.

"Hn," he grunted in response.

The blue haired heiress rolled her eyes and looked away, running a hand over the stiff muscles of her neck, "You didn't finish inside this time…" she randomly stated.

"Mm, that I didn't." he nodded, flashing his eyes up to meet hers curiously.

"Why?" she asked quickly, keeping eye contact with him.

"I suppose we have made quite a handful of mistakes from the moment we reunited. I didn't want my foolish behavior to result in something unwanted." Vegeta said blandly.

Bulma bit her lower lip and slowly nodded, "I see, well I am on the pill, and have been for years. I refused to get pregnant again, especially not with Yamcha's child…so…you are safe." Bulma whispered softly, trying hard to keep any sign of a hurt expression from her features.

I didn't want my foolish behavior to result in something unwanted…

Bulma bit her lower lip and nodded once again.

"This is good news." He leaned in and brushed his lips over the soft flesh of her shoulder.

"You were lucky, what if I hadn't been on the pill?" Bulma asked, shooting him a curious look.

"I am not sure; I don't want to think about that again, Woman. I figured you were protected because you didn't object to the lack of protection." He shrugged, providing a lame excuse.

Of course his lame excuse caught gained her curiosity. The curiosity she had and wanted to get to the bottom of, the topic of their child that never was.

"You don't like to speak of the it, do you?" Bulma turned and traced her fingers over his pectoral muscles.

"It? No I don't like to speak of it. It doesn't exist any longer. That was a different part of our lives, Bulma. We can't change the past." He frowned.

"No, but the past will always haunt me. Don't you even think about it?" Bulma leaned in, resting her forehead against his chest. The close contact was soothing to her, especially when speaking about things such as this.

"I haven't thought much about my past until I saw you again for the first time. I tried not to think about it," he admitted truthfully.

"I always wondered if it would have been a boy or girl…" Bulma lifted her chin.

Vegeta sighed dramatically and stood up, feeling her body slide from his. He slowly made his way to the bathroom, placing his full beer bottle upon the empty dresser on his way. The soft clank of the toilet lip hitting the porcelain tank echoed in the small bathroom space. Bulma felt her lower lip tremble. He was closing that door on her once again. He was still not ready to talk about it.

Ouji Junior finished, flushed the toilet, and slipped from the bathroom, rubbing his nose and trying desperately to keep eye contact to a minimum.

"You know, I didn't have anyone to talk to about this. Why are you shutting me out? I think it is good to discuss a thing such as this." Bulma raised her voice, becoming a bit distraught.

Vegeta paused and kept his eyes to the dull colored carpet.

"Are you going to answer me, or keep pretending that I am not here and I didn't speak about that brief moment in our lives where you knocked me up and I aborted our child?" Bulma killed the silent moment.

Vegeta's eyes lifted dark with anger, "You speak harshly about that, woman. You knew that is the very reason why I left you. I didn't want anything to do with you because you chose to follow that blasted mother of yours and rid of something that I was willing to protect. I would have taken care of you and that child, but you didn't want to hurt mommy and daddies feelings." He sneered, snatching up the cool bottle of beer and chugging it.

Bulma shook her head and shot him a look of disgust, "I need closure, just like you do Vegeta."

"You need closure?" He shouted, "You fucking went behind my back and aborted our child, Bulma!" his dark eyes widened as he extended his arms away from his body.

Vegeta leaned in and gripped his boxers and expensive dress pants, slipping them both on, finally having enough of walking around nude.

"I know…I was a scared and young. I didn't realize at the time…I made a huge mistake. I can't take it back…" a single tear rolled down her cheek, as she bit her lower lip and refused to cry.

"Don't you cry…" he growled.

"Screw you…" She whispered, standing up from the bed and reaching for an unused towel, tightly wrapping it around her body.

"Woman…" he followed her as she entered the bathroom and tried to shut the door on him.

Vegeta reached out and wedged his body between the door, stopping the door from closing and shutting him out. His mouth pursed together tightly, "Stop pressing on the damn door," he spoke in a low and eerie tone.

"I don't want you in here. I just need to freshen up and call a cab. I can't be here another minute. I swear, all I feel like we do is fuck and go on our merry little way. You never talk to me, and I bet you talk a hell of a lot to her." She pressed harder on the door, only to have it thrown open.

"God damn it, woman, you are not just some random person. I talk to you about more things than I do my own wife. She had no clue about you, or about our mistake." He explained, reaching out and grabbing a hold of her arm, yanking her to him.

"Well lately the only attention I feel like I have been getting is physical. I like to talk sometimes, why can't we talk things out?" Bulma said bluntly.

"Woman, don't say that. I will talk when I feel comfortable," he explained, running a hand over his spiky ebony locks, "You do realize that we cannot have a normal relationship, right? You and I have…significant others. You are getting married this month and there is nothing I can do to change the fact that I am married." He leaned in, cupping her face in his, pressing his lips to hers in a brutal kiss.

"I don't want to speak about that…" Bulma shook her head, speaking quickly against his soft lips, "I don't want to hear you speak about being married either, it hurts…" she whispered, feeling tears burn in her eyes.

"Oh, so you don't have to speak about your problems, but I do?" he pointed out.

Her eyes widened slightly, filling with anger and frustration as he pointed out a good point. She hated being called out. Bulma slipped away and snatched up her purse, pulling a pack of cigarettes free and placing one between her lips. She lit it and inhaled deeply. The white cigarette smoke escaping through her nostrils just moments after the first inhale.

"When did you take on your Parent's bad habit?" Vegeta asked coolly, sitting at the edge of the bed and watching her carefully.

"When stress was one of the main negative factors in my life," Bulma explained, propping up her cigarette hand with her other arm.

"Woman, tell me why you expect me to speak about the child that never was, or the wife I can hardly stand?" Vegeta finally asked, yet again, "There is nothing good that could come of it, only more arguing."

"Because you know where I stand with Yamcha and I honestly don't have a clue where you stand in your relationship. Or the way you felt or how you feel about me now, knowing that I did make that poor choice six years ago," She shot back, flashing her angry blue eyes in his direction.

"No, I don't really know. It is all confusing really. All I know is, you don't love him, yet you are settling for him," he responded, "As for the child…I don't want to speak about it," he shook his head, tightening the muscles in his jaw.

"I am settling because the person, if you don't recall, I had cared about deeply at one point is now married," she whispered, placing the tip of the cigarette back to her lips and taking a long drag. She quickly decided to put the other topic on hold, since she wasn't getting much out of him and it was only putting her through much distress.

Vegeta instantly went quiet yet again. This topic had come up once before and it didn't end well. He didn't want it to happen again. He wanted her around, honestly he did. Yes, what they had going was a scandalous affair. It was an affair that they both wanted and enjoyed because the sex was great. Yes, he cared about her. There was no doubt about that, but he couldn't let it go beyond that. She needed to realize where this relationship was going. It could never be anything more than a couple times a month between the sheets. Who knows, everything would change once they were married. She was going to be married to an important man, he was married as well. Why couldn't they just live in the now?

"You don't have to marry Yamcha, you know. There are plenty of good men out there," he explained, "Once you find another man, you will forget about me." He watched her curiously, eyeing the glowing tip of her cigarette.

"That is a load of crap. What about you? Are you happy to continue your loveless marriage and settle for that…?" Bulma huffed angrily, unable to mention her name.

Vegeta offered her an impassible grin, "Love…I don't need love to be happy. I need a woman that can please me and me alone." He said softly, placing his hands upon his knees and leaning forward, "Love is a joke in my book."

"A joke, huh," Bulma rolled her crystal blue eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, "So, what does that mean? When I am married," she paused temporarily and raised an eyebrow, watching his down cast eyes, "You will sever any ties with me? Since I am not able to be yours alone?"

Vegeta lifted his eyes and shrugged, "I don't want to share you," he admitted, "I know you will be his wife, and I don't like the thought of that. I am not sure what I will do." The Ouji heir admitted truthfully.

Bulma placed a hand upon her forehead after stabbing out her cigarette. She took in a shaky breath and shook her head, "I see…," the blue haired woman replied, "Do you think I'm delighted knowing you are going home to your wife?" her despairing gaze lifted to meet his intense stare. She saw how his thick eye brows clenched tightly together after she made her comment, but she didn't care. She needed to tell him how she had been feeling lately, or she would surely explode.

Vegeta slowly stood and approached her taut form, sliding a hand up her shoulders to her neck. His fingertips spread, running his thumb over her delicate jaw line.

"We both got ourselves into one hell of a mess. Let's just go with it for now. You think too much about what will happen in the future. I like to live in the now." He shrugged weakly and leaned in, running another open palm down to take the full weight of one of her breasts in his hand. The pad of his thumb stroked over the towel, sliding his fingers over the material and releasing it from her body.

"And I like to live in a world where there is a thing called 'reality', Vegeta. You aren't hearing me. I can't help but feel connected to you. I know damn well you are right there with me." The heiress searched his eyes, noticed the array of different emotions spiraling in his dark orbs.

"Do you remember, that night six years ago on my birthday?" Bulma smiled softly, leaning in and resting her body against his bare chest, allowing him to feel her naked breasts.

Vegeta ran his heavy hands up and down the length of her bare back, feeling her small form shudder lightly, "How could I forget?"

"It truly is funny how things turn out in life," the blue haired woman whispered, tracing a small pattern on his chest, "I would have married you if I was given another chance. It was because I was so in love with you, I still am." Bulma chuckled wiping at the shimmering flow of tears seeping from the corners of her eyes.

Vegeta quickly collected her naked body and walked her bridal style to the bed, lowering her and crawling in next to her. He watched her carefully as she released all her emotions into the pillow on her side of the bed. All he could do was watch. He didn't know how to respond. She admitted she still loved him, and with all this talk of the past it really put him off for anything else he had planned for the evening. They stayed like this for several minutes, hours it felt like. They just enjoyed the feeling of each other's bodies. He could hear the soft sound of her breathing, alerting him that she was dozing off, which he too was close.

His head lifted, noticing his phone was lit up. He reached in and jerked his phone up toward his ear and lifted his body from the sheets. He answered the call and closed the bathroom door a crack. His voice was soft and it drew Bulma's attention immediately. Her tired eyes opened, shifting toward the bathroom door.

She shifted her body upon the bed, lying on her side and watching the small line of light and listened to his voice as he spoke angrily to the person on the other end. Finally, after a moment or two of silence he emerged from the bathroom, running a hand over his face.

"You have to leave now don't you?" Bulma watched him, "It was her wasn't it?"

Vegeta bent over and collected his discarded suit and began to pull slip on his dress shirt, leaving the shirt unbuttoned. He lifted his dark eyes, giving her a look that told all. With that, Bulma stood up and searched for her dress hoping that it was still intact with how rough he was being with her earlier when she had first arrived. Luckily only the top button of her dress had been pried off. The blue haired heiress slipped the summer dress up and over her head, situating it over her slim figure. She ran a hand over her messy locks of hair and walked over to collect her purse, doing all of this without making eye contact with her lover.

"Just text me tomorrow, I will talk to you then." She ran a hand over her flat curls and cleared her throat, making her way toward the door.

Before she had time to open the door, Vegeta had his hand next to her head not allowing her to leave just yet. He was leaning over her and slowly without a word; he turned her so she was pressed against it. His hands softly rested upon her hips as he looked into her eyes with such intensity. His lips were slightly parted as if he were going to say something, but instead he leaned in and kissed her. His tongue dipped into her mouth, enjoying the sweet taste of her. She of course didn't resist, which she gave back just as intense of a reaction to the searing kiss.

"I am sorry, woman," he finally whispered against her lips, nipping them softly as he reached up and stroked her cheek.

"Don't be, we have our own lives to worry about, remember?" she pointed out, "Another day?" she asked him, offering him a soft fake smile.

"Yeah," he responded, letting his rough fingers drop from her face.

"Text me," Bulma nudged his body away, opened the door, and close it behind her as she pulled out her phone and called for a cab.

ooOoo

The cab drive's eyes could be seen in the rear view mirror, watching her as she leaned into the window and watched the landscape with uninterested eyes.

"Are you alright, Miss?" he finally called back to her, most likely contemplating getting into her business from the moment the red eyed heiress stepped into the vehicle.

Bulma wiped her eyes again and nodded, "Yes, thank you," she finally responded.

She quickly pulled out her phone and began to mess with the apps, refusing to make eye contact with the nosy man any longer. The cab finally pulled up to the building where her penthouse apartment was located. She lifted her eyes to glide up the side of the tall building. She sighed softly, paying the man, and walking straight for the doors. She smiled and waved to some of the employee's that she knew for as long as she had the apartment, but tried to make her way as quickly as possible to the elevator.

"Miss…Miss…" someone called from behind her, who Bulma tried to ignore and pressed the elevator button.

"Ms. Briefs," they called louder.

Bulma rolled her eyes, trying desperately to get her unstable emotions in check and turned slowly, "Yes?"

"I am sorry to bother you Miss, but I have to warn you there is one angry woman waiting for you up on your floor. I didn't want you going up there and being surprised." Her heart sank, knowing exactly who it was, "She came in about an hour ago."

"Thank you very much for alerting me. That sounds like my mother. Blond haired woman, right?" she asked, which he nodded quickly. Bulma pursed her lips and smiled nodding slowly, "Yes, thank you." The blue haired woman waited patiently for him to leave before stepping on the elevator.

The bell rang and the doors slid open, there was no sign of her mother. She walked down the hallway and slowly approached her apartment door, pushing it open and stepping inside.

"Mother," she called placing her purse on the kitchen counter.

Bulma's mother turned the corner, slipping through pieces of paper that looked to be invoices and letters from other companies. Bulma shook her head and stepped forward, yanking the papers from her mother's tight grip, "What are you doing in here?"

"Checking up on you," the blonde haired woman said flatly, lifting her eyes to meet his daughters. She was not happy she could tell by the way her mother popped out her hip and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I am feeling better," Bulma answered, kicking off her heals and making her way toward her bedroom, trying to ignore her mother's presence.

"You don't look sick to me. You were throwing up? Are you pregnant?" Mrs. Briefs shouted down the hall toward her daughters fading form.

"Mother, no I am not pregnant. I am on the pill." She shouted back from inside her room.

Mrs. Briefs walked down the hall, alerting Bulma she was coming from the obnoxious clicking of her heels, "The pill isn't always effective don't you know." She responded.

"Yes, well I have been using it successfully for five years now, so I don't think I have anything to worry about." She shot an annoyed look over her shoulder.

"Where were you?" Bunny leaned into the door, bumping it open with her round hip.

"Can you please leave?" her daughter responded.

"Not until you have answered me, God damn it." She shouted, clenching her fists at her sides.

Bulma instantly turned, a look of pure rage flashed across her features, "I was out, that is all you need to know." She sneered.

"Just out, huh? Please explain to me why you have been leaving work early? Oh and this is the second time this week you have called off, why?" Her mother crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head.

"I needed a break, I have been working constantly from the moment I knew the fundraiser was going to happen. I am burnt out, ok?" Bulma shouted, knowing her mother hated to be shouted at.

The blonde haired woman shrunk back momentarily, pursing her red lips and straightening her hair, "I know you are up to something, Bulma, and by God I will find out." She arched her blonde brow.

"Get… the… fuck… out," Bulma said slowly, drawling out each syllable. Her eyes were wide and filled with hate.

Bunny looked upon her daughter with a hurt expression, "Wait until your fathers finds out," she challenged, turning and leaving her presence.

Bulma swore under her breath, running her hands through her messy blue locks.

Her phone began to ring; the number flashing on her screen caught her off guard. Quickly she rounded the corner and looked throughout the apartment, answering in a soft tone.

"Hello?"

Her eyes shifted across each room, making sure her mother was truly gone. She moved across the floor and flung open her door seeing she was not in her hall. She pressed the phone back to her ear.

"Bulma…" the voice called yet again.

"What?"

"Would you come away with me for a week?" he asked softly.

Bulma's eyebrows knitted as she ran a hand over the soft material of her sun dress, "Come away with you, um, I am not…"

"Please," he cut her off, "We need it. I think we need to just get away and worry about ourselves. Take some time and live a little," his deep voice was so convincing.

"When? Don't tell me you got into another argument with that wife of yours and you're looking for an escape route."

"For fucks sakes woman, no this isn't about my wife, will you leave her out of this. In two days I wish to leave, we will only be gone for five…we will take my private jet," he reassured her, "Pack what you need, don't worry about anything else. I am taking care of it." He said.

"Where will we be going?" she gripped her phone tightly, looking around her apartment.

"It is a surprise." he finally responded after a moment of silence.

"Alright…wait, how the hell am I going to be able to get away with skipping out on work?" she placed a hand to her forehead, "My mother already suspects that I am doing something behind Yamcha's back. This will be the icing on the cake." She blew some of her wispy locks from her eyes.

"Say you are meeting a business client. Put it in the system, so no one asks questions." Vegeta said quickly, "That is what I am doing. You have your own clients, your mother and father won't touch it or question if you have it documented. Plus, how many business meetings are you sent on a year?" he asked.

"You're right; I go on quite a few. Alright, I think I can pull this off. I will keep in touch." With that she pulled the phone from her ear as soon as she heard the line go dead.

A small get away with Vegeta did sound nice. They needed sometime alone to speak about their dark past. Was this a good idea? What were they thinking?

ooOoo

Author's Note: Hm, looks to me like things are going to start getting a little crazy…

I am nervous for them…

I am very happy as of today. I was going to post this last night, but I got a phone call from my sister-in-law. She had her baby last night at 10:40! A beautiful baby girl, which I cannot wait to go and visit so I was sort of taken from my writing by a surprise phone call! So as of last night I am a brand new auntie!

I hope you all enjoy! :)

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