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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 15
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned in this fic DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
Chapter 14
Vegeta quickly changed into his royal armor and headed to his father's throne room. Best figure out what he wants and get this over and done with as quickly as possible. Maybe the sooner he met with the Lizard Lord the sooner he would leave. He didn't knock when he got there, just walked in.
"Why hello, my dear Prince Vegeta." Frieza greeted. "How wonderful to see you again after such a long time."
"What do you want?" Vegeta asked indifferently, avoiding wasting time with formalities. He wasn't going to bow down to him and kiss his ass. He never had when he was sent away to learn under him, despite the many beatings he had received as a result of such blatant disrespect, and he sure wasn't going to start now.
"Now, is that any way to greet your former mentor?" Lord Frieza asked as if scolding a small child.
"I do apologize, Lord Frieza," King Vegeta replied, shooting his son a dirty look. "My Son has been lacking manners and the proper formalities as of late."
"That is quite alright, my King." Frieza replied, his gaze not leaving Vegeta. Something was different about him. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could sense it. He was every bit as breathtaking as he had remembered. Oh yes, he remembered everything about the young Prince. However, there was something different about the way he carried himself, something a bit off. Not in a bad way. Maybe it was confidence? He didn't know, but he liked it.
"I have many things to tend to. I just do not wish to waste my time this evening." Vegeta said with an impatient sigh. How he hated that Lizard Lord. Even the way he was looking at him made him want to vomit.
"So I hear." Frieza nodded, looking intently at the Prince. He had already heard about the Prince's infatuation with some girl he had brought back. His father had already filled him in on it and was greatly concerned. The thought that Vegeta had given his attentions or affections to anyone bothered him immensely. He had wanted the young Prince to himself for many years. Vegeta was just too stubborn to realize it.
"So let's get on with it then." Vegeta said, taking a seat.
"Alright, my impatient Prince." Frieza replied. "I have already discussed much with your father and he is agreeable. I wish for you to return to your station on my ship."
"Why?" Vegeta replied, dumbfounded. As if he would ever agree to going back and serving under Frieza again.
"Your father agrees that a few more years under my guidance will better prepare you to take his throne. As well, I would like nothing more than for you to rejoin my ranks. You have been greatly missed, my Prince."
"I think I'll pass." Vegeta replied without hesitation. "There is too much to be done here. My father needs my help. I can learn from him first hand everything I need to know."
"Suit yourself, Prince Vegeta." Frieza said with a shrug. "However if you do return, I will promote you to a general. As you know, only Zarbon holds such a high title among my many soldiers. No one else. I have no doubt that if you apply yourself, you will be able to surpass him in no time. I will make you my first Lieutenant. You could be my right hand man. Just think, next to the Ice-jin, the Saiyan race is second in strength and power in the Universe. With you at my right hand, we could rule this Universe together. No one would be able to stand up to us. It would be glorious."
Vegeta sighed heavily. On one hand, the promotion was great! It was something he had once wanted more than anything in thinking that if he had Frieza's respect, maybe his life under his rule would be easier. However, that was a goal he dismissed many many years ago. He wanted no part in anything to do with Frieza. All he wanted to do was destroy him. Why would he want to be the right hand man of this evil individual? It was bad enough already that his name was linked to the tyrant. His name forever tarnished. He had destroyed entire planets and races at Frieza's command. People trembled in fear at the mere mention of his name. He would have to live the rest of his life trying to repair the damage done to his name and the name of the Saiyan race simply because of the things he had done in doing Frieza's bidding.
"I think it is an excellent opportunity, my Son." The King said, taking Vegeta out of his thoughts.
"I thought you wanted me here." Vegeta replied, trying to think up any excuse to get him out of going back to life on Frieza's ship. He didn't think he would be able to survive that again. Not with his sanity intact, anyway. Not only that, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat offended that his father would encourage him to take leave. He knew how much Vegeta loathed Frieza.
"I do, but I think it would be unwise to pass this opportunity up." The King said, glaring at his son. "You have, after all decided that you are not ready to take a mate, which means that I will be required to rule a little longer than I would like. Therefore, what harm would there be in you spending a few more years with Lord Frieza and learning firsthand how to lead an empire. I think it would be good for you."
So that was it then? If he took Asia as a mate, he would be spared the hell of having to serve under Frieza for a few more years? Fuck that for a game of darts! He thought to himself. Why was everything in his life always a decision between the worst case scenario or the worst case scenario? He considered his options for a few more seconds. Definitely, it was better to go back in Lord Frieza's service than to tie himself down to Asia for the rest of his life.
"I don't require an answer now, Vegeta." Lord Frieza said, interrupting his thoughts. "I have much to discuss with your father. I will be here for a week or so. I will expect your decision by the time I am ready to leave."
"I will give it some thought then, Lord Frieza." Vegeta replied, thankful that he had some time to maybe think up another option as a way out other than slitting his wrists. He was not going to be leaving with that deranged Lizard and he sure as hell wasn't going to agree to take Asia as his mate.
"Please do. I know you will not disappoint me, my Prince." Frieza replied with a syrupy smile. "You are dismissed."
Without a reply, Vegeta left the throne room and angrily stomped back to his quarters.
There was no way in hell he would go back to service on Frieza's ship; promotion or not. He knew he most likely had little choice in the matter but he would fight it as best he could. Even the thought of taking Asia as a mate would be worse than more time in Frieza's service. At least agreeing to a few more years in hell, he knew there would be a way out. If he agreed to mate with Asia, that would sentence him to a full lifetime of hell. Not to mention he would not betray Bulma like that.
Frieza's ship it is then, I guess. Unless I can figure something else out. He thought bitterly to himself. The plus side was that at least Bulma might be safe. He wouldn't risk bringing her with him. As much as it pained him to even think of leaving her, he would rather that than have her anywhere near Frieza and his men. These few days having her exposed to them would be nerve wracking enough for him.
He took off his armor and tossed it on the floor and headed to his bedroom. It had been a long day. Between the amount of training he had been putting in and now the hassle that was Frieza, he had a splitting headache. He sighed deeply and looked at Bulma who was asleep already.
He stripped down to just his shorts and carefully crawled into bed so as not to wake Bulma.
"Hey," she murmured, barely audibly.
"I thought you were asleep." He said pulling her into his arms.
"Almost." She said stifling a yawn. "How did it go?"
"Hmmn." He growled. "I do not want to talk about it."
"Did you at least find out what he wanted and why he's here?"
Vegeta sighed deeply, knowing she wouldn't let the matter rest until he told her what had gone on. "He wants me to return to his ship."
"That's it?"
"Well, he wants to promote me. Make me a general if I return." He replied, settling in comfortably with her in his arms. He already felt better, her presence soothing him.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" She asked, truly unsure. Usually a promotion was a good thing. Something to be celebrated. However Frieza was a monster and Vegeta didn't sound thrilled so this must be a bad thing. Otherwise he'd have come in here gloating.
"I do not want it." He said simply.
"Well on the plus side, maybe if he takes me, then you can come too?" she asked, trying to be optimistic but knowing she was most likely failing.
"You will not be coming with me if I have to go." He replied.
"Why not?" She asked feeling slightly offended.
"Because it would be the worst idea to take you on his ship." He grated back.
"At least we would be together."
"I won't risk it. You'd be a walking target."
"I thought I already was." She replied, slightly confused.
"I told you, if Frieza or any of his cohorts think you mean anything at all to me, they will take you away from me and you will be made to suffer." He sighed, wishing she would let this go. "Maybe then this could be a way out for you."
"What do you mean? I thought you said you didn't want to go."
"I don't. But if I did go, I'd just give you to Bardock or Kakarott. That would remove you from any potential threats."
"You'd just give me to them." She repeated, suddenly having the fact that she still was just a slave come crashing back on to her. Vegeta had never made her feel like a slave or even mention that fact since he had first brought her back from the tavern.
"Do you have a better idea?" He barked back angrily. "My other option would be to take you with me and risk having things done to you that I do not even want to fathom. If I don't give you to someone else of my choosing, my father would take you. You do not want that or you'll be either sent to the harem or sold at the next auction. Even with my absence, Asia and my father will be plotting to be rid of you.
"I will speak with Bardock tomorrow. Ask him if his mate would allow you to stay there as a house maid or whatever. He would make sure you were kept safe and you could still help him. You would remain there until my return. In the meantime, I have to figure out a way to talk myself out of having to go with Frieza. That is the only way."
"And your Father agrees with you leaving?"
"My father knows how much I despise Frieza. He's pretty much given me an ultimatum. I am to either take Asia as a mate or return to Frieza and work under him a few more years." Vegeta growled.
Bulma sighed and shook her head. "This is getting really complicated." She murmured.
"Hmmn." He agreed.
"And you'd rather go back into Frieza's service than take Asia?"
"Woman, are you out of your mind?!" he exclaimed.
"No, just trying to think logically which would be the lesser of two evils is all." Bulma replied defensively.
"Woman, I told you already: I will take no one else as my mate but you. Especially not that bitch." He growled. "Does my word mean so little to you?"
"No, Vegeta." She replied firmly. "I believe you. I know you meant it when you said it. Believe me; you choosing her instead would hurt me more than anything. I'm just afraid of what would become of you if you went back. You haven't told me much about your life with Frieza but you've told me enough that I think it's a bad idea for you to go back."
"I survived seven years under the bastard and was sent as a boy, I think I can handle a few short years now." He replied bravely, trying to convince himself as well as her.
"Why don't we just leave." she said quickly, turning herself around in his arms so she was facing him. "Let's leave together."
"Do not be ridiculous, Woman." He scoffed at her.
"I'm not being ridiculous."
"Alright, and where would we go, Woman?" He sneered.
"I don't know." She shrugged. Until Earth had been destroyed, she hadn't known there was life across the galaxy.
"Exactly. There is nowhere to go." Vegeta replied harshly. "Every planet on this side of the universe knows who I am. They all know who Frieza is. Everyone fears us. I have done unspeakable things, I am certain there are bounties out for me for the atrocities I have committed in his name. If we leave, we will be hunted, not only by those who hold a grudge against me, but by my father and by Frieza himself. We would never be safe. You would never be safe. "
"There has to be a few planets out there who don't know who you are and know nothing about Frieza."
"There isn't, Woman."
"There has to be." Bulma insisted. "My planet didn't know. I'm sure there has to be others out there as well."
"Woman, do you know how long it would take to find a planet like that?" Vegeta replied.
"So? We could hide there and you could train and then take out Frieza and your father and take your rightful place." Bulma replied confidently.
"I'm telling you, Woman, it won't work. This side of the galaxy-"
"Then what if we travelled to the other side?" She interrupted him passionately. Why couldn't he understand how simple this was? "There has to be somewhere else that has inhabitants that wouldn't recognize your face and not know who Frieza was. I refuse to believe Earth was the only one."
"Yea, and look where that got your stupid planet, Woman." Vegeta replied harshly. He sensed her anger at his thoughtless comment. He hadn't meant to come across like that. "Even if we did find some planet by chance, it would be some back water place."
"But we could still hide there and you could continue to train. We will bide our time and come back when you are ready." She would have mentioned that they could find someplace to live their lives peacefully together, but she knew Vegeta wouldn't be satisfied with that scenario for long. He would never be content until Frieza was destroyed.
"And if we end up on some useless mudball, how am I to train and ascend? That Gravity Room hasn't been started."
"We could leave here with tools and materials and pick up whatever we need as we go along. I am a genius, after all. I designed it. I can build it on my own. It will take me months on my own, but it could be done." She said confidently. "I could even start some of it on our travels."
He smiled at her determinedness. He knew she meant well. And he believed she could make it happen, he didn't doubt that. It was that spirit that drew him to her. She made him feel like he could accomplish anything when he felt like things were hopeless. "It is a good idea," he said kissing her forehead.
"But?"
"But too risky." He finished.
"How would it be risky? If we find someplace in the middle of nowhere, then where's the risk?"
"You are assuming such a place exists." He argued.
"It has to! My planet-"
"Doesn't exist anymore. And I will not waste valuable time and resources travelling around the galaxy in search for what might not exist." Vegeta interrupted her. "I understand where you are coming from and I appreciate it. But it is not practical."
"How do you know if you don't even try?" She asked with a heavy sigh.
"I do not have the time to waste." He replied. "And what happens if we cannot find a planet to reside on, hmm? Just return here like nothing ever happened?"
"I don't know." She shrugged in defeat.
Vegeta pulled her closer to him, wrapping his tail around her waist and resting his forehead against hers. "We will figure something out, Woman. I will make sure you are safe one way or another."
"I know, Vegeta." She said, her mind racing, trying to think of a decent scenario. "So I will need to perform tomorrow night?"
"Hmmn." Vegeta replied. He was not looking forward to that. Having to sit back and watch her perform and watch all Frieza and his men and all the other males in attendance drool all over her.
"I have a few things planned out." She continued. "Do you know how long he is staying?"
"He said a week or so. I have to have an answer for him by then."
"Alright. So, I will prepare for seven nights. So, like five or six songs per evening then?" she asked. She still didn't really know how to prepare for this. Every time she tried to ask him, he just got all grouchy and changed the subject.
"That should suffice." He replied, cringing inwardly. The less exposure she had the better. "Just don't be over provocative."What if he couldn't prevent Frieza from taking her with him as well? He knew Frieza would want her and if he didn't, Zarbon or one of his other lackeys would. Damn, that Asia! He cursed to himself. He would have to find a way to repay her for this.
Vegeta took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He took in Bulma's scent. It always seemed to calm him down. He looked down at her and noticed that she had fallen asleep. I will find a way to keep you safe, Little One. Then we will be together. You will be mine and I will be yours. He thought to himself as he let sleep claim him.
THE NEXT DAY
The next morning, Bulma awoke earlier than normal but still by herself, as usual. She got herself dressed and found Bardock waiting for her in the living room area of Vegeta's quarters. He escorted her off to his lab, where they began planning the first stages of the gravity room. They both knew time was of the essence. After a few hours, Bardock escorted her to the large banquet room where she would be performing. Thankfully, there were a few other acts planned so the whole event wasn't solely placed on her shoulders.
Bulma had figured out that she would need at least five or six songs a night. She handed someone her ipod and they showed her how to hook it up. Easy. It was almost the same as it had been at the Tavern. There was even a feature where she could edit out the voice of the person singing so she had the option of singing herself if she wanted. She didn't think she would do that. Lip synching should be good enough, but it was nice to know she had the option if she changed her mind. She could sing pretty much anything she had on her ipod and knew all the songs well enough that she could deliver a kick ass performance. She had plenty on her ipod, so she decided that she would do something different every night she had to be up there to keep it interesting. Tonight she decided she would kick off with Christina Aguillera. Her stuff was sultry and sexy. Every time she chose something at the tavern from Christina, it had been a huge success. Bulma's favorite era had always been the 20's, 30's and 40's and anything to do with a flapper/burlesque vibe, and Christina Aguillera had plenty of tracks done in that style. This way, she could be sexy and alluring without being too trashy. Hopefully. That was her plan anyway.
Bulma chose her songs and left the back stage with a grin on her face. This might be fun, after all. She thought to herself. The songs she had chosen were among her favorites and shouldn't be too provocative that Vegeta should be too upset with her.
"What's so funny?" Bardock asked her.
"Nothing. Just put together my performance for the evening is all. Are you going to be there tonight too?" she asked.
"For a little while." Bardock replied. "I have to at least make a brief appearance. I will do that and then go home to spend some time with my mate."
"What's she like?" Bulma asked. Bardock very rarely ever spoke of her.
"She is beautiful. Smart. Everything a Saiyan woman should be." Bardock said with pride.
"You should bring her! I'd love to meet her." Bulma said excitedly.
"Hmmn." Bardock replied with a slight smile. His mate, Penelope had been wanting to meet Bulma as well. "Perhaps. I will bring her one of these evenings. She avoids coming to the palace as much as possible."
"Okay." Bulma replied sensing there was a story behind it and dying to ask, but she had the feeling Bardock, in typical Saiyan fashion, wouldn't tell her anyway. "Well, let her know I'd love to meet her and if she wants to come, she should! Even if it's only once."
"I will do that." Bardock nodded, thankful Bulma didn't ask any questions. It was a long story. "Where else do you need to be today?"
"I need to go to Amira's to get a few wardrobe changes made and that's it. I should start getting ready for tonight." Bulma said.
"Alright, I will escort you there and to Vegeta's personal quarters once you are done." Bardock didn't want to leave her on her own. He had been extremely surprised that they hadn't run into Frieza or any of his men today. Not even Asia had been around. Bardock wouldn't leave her unprotected in the event that they did happen to cross their paths at some point.
Bulma went though a few ideas with Amira, who was more than thrilled to get going and promised her the two outfits she'd asked for. She was excited to work on something different. One dress was a silver, shiny, very short flapper-style dress; the other a skimpy sailor outfit, hat and all. Amira let her know that she would have them both completed in just a few hours and she would have them delivered to the Prince's suite.
Bardock shook his head as they left Amira's. He had been listening to the two women while they drew up the dress patterns. Vegeta is going to have a fit. He thought to himself.
"What?!" Bulma asked as she saw him shaking his head.
"You know what." Bardock replied. "Vegeta is not going to approve of your choice of attire."
"No, probably not, but that's his problem." Bulma said with a shrug. Deep down she knew that he'd be upset with her. "I have to make this believable. If I show up on stage dressed like a frump, like Vegeta would want, this whole thing will be a disaster."
"True, but he still won't like it."
"Well, I figure if I can pull this thing off without a hitch, then it'll mean less attention directed at us since no one will be in trouble." Bulma reasoned. "Plus, Vegeta said for me to just do what I did at the tavern, which is exactly what I'm doing."
"Just do not tell him I accompanied you. Tell him I waited in the hallway until you were done." Bardock said with a sigh. "I want no part."
"You didn't even give me an opinion one way or another. You didn't even speak to us. You're in the clear." Bulma said, waving her hand in dismissal.
Bardock gave her a look.
"Alright, I'll tell him you were nowhere near." Bulma said.
"Hmmn." Bardock replied with a satisfied nod. "I will see you later on this evening then."
"Forsure!" Bulma replied, heading into Vegeta's suite.
Bulma had three hours. Vegeta would come to pick her up and escort her to the back stage. She decided to run herself a bath and pamper herself and calm herself down. She was really nervous. This was a crowd she had no idea what to expect from. She knew Asia and the King would be watching and judging her. Most importantly, Vegeta would be watching her. She wanted to put on a good show for him as well.
Bulma began running herself a hot bubble bath and in the meantime, decapsuled her wardrobe and makeup options. She laid out a bunch of cute outfits she had acquired from the tavern. Many of them could be used this week. She just had to choose. She put her makeup in the bathroom, thankful that there was a huge mirror and tons of counter space available. Finally, she grabbed a razor to shave her legs, a face mask, red nail polish and a bottle of wine before settling into the nice warm water, her ipod in hand and plugged her ears in; replaying some of the songs she had chosen just to refresh her memory.
After an hour or so, Bulma had her hair up in a wet bun, away from her face. She had painted her nails and toes bright red while soaking in the tub. She wore a powder pink silk house coat that came down to her mid thigh. She poured herself another glass of wine, put her ipod on shuffle for Christina Aguillera songs- she did have 71 in total- just in case she changed her mind on which songs to do and got started applying her foundation.
It felt like forever since she had done a full makeup on herself. She didn't need to. It was too hot on the planet Vegeta-sei to even want to put a ton of make-up on. Secondly, Vegeta seemed to prefer her with less make-up on. So since her arrival, she hadn't bothered with the exception of mascara and some lip gloss. She kinda missed putting make-up on.
A knock on the bathroom door interrupted her thoughts. "It's alright. Come in." She replied, not looking away from the mirror.
Vegeta walked in and looked at her. "Jeepers, Woman!" he exclaimed, looking at her face. It was as though she had erased all her features except for her eyes.
"What?!" she exclaimed, looking at him in exasperation.
"What have you done to your face?" he asked sitting on the toilet looking at her with a shocked frown on his face.
"I'm doing my make up." She replied rolling her eyes and making sure her foundation was flawlessly blended.
"You look like a ghost." He replied, looking warily at her before pouring himself a glass of her wine.
"Well, I'm not done yet!"
"I should hope not." He said, still looking at her. "You don't need all that crap on your face."
"Thank you, Vegeta, that's very sweet but if I am to be performing, I do need it." She said, giving him a glance with a small smile and picking up a brush and started with her eye shadow. "You got done early today? I wasn't expecting you for at least another hour or so."
"I left." He replied. "I thought it advisable to return here." he added awkwardly, not wanting to admit anything more than that. She could make up her own assumptions.
Bulma held back a smile. Awe, how sweet! He came early to just spend some time with me. She thought to herself.
"Do you wish me to leave?" he asked almost in alarm.
"No, no. I like the company! Please stay." She replied, grabbing another brush. "Just don't expect me to say a lot. But you can stay."
"Hmmn, so there are moments when you can be quiet then." He said playfully. "I will have to keep this in mind."
"Shut up." She shot back. "I'll have you know that putting on make up is a ritual. It takes a lot of precision and concentration. By the way, part of said ritual is needing my wine and I'll need another bottle."
"Hmmn. Don't be getting yourself too inebriated." He said, leaving to grab another bottle from the other room.
"I'm fine right now." She replied, ignoring him. "Though I'm hoping by the time we leave here I'll be at least a little tipsy. I need to be if I'm going to pull this off properly."
"Why?"
"Just to relax. I was always half cut when I went on stage at the tavern." She shrugged.
"You weren't that night I met you." He objected. He hadn't been able to smell alcohol off her that night at all from what he could remember.
"It had probably worn off by that time." She said dismissively. "Once I get going, I'm alright. It's just hard getting up there at the beginning of the night. Once I'm up there and get the crowd going and whatever, I'm fine, I don't need it."
Vegeta nodded, accepting her explanation. In all honesty, the thought of getting inebriated himself was appealing. He was not looking forward to tonight. But he knew he couldn't risk that. Just in case things got out of hand for any reason. He needed his head to be clear and his reactions unimpaired.
He poured her another glass and watched her quietly as she expertly drew in a crease with her eye closed where the crease would be when she opened it and then blended it, making it less harsh.
"What?" she asked, feeling uncomfortable under his intense observation.
"Nothing, just watching you do that."
"Well, when you are applying your make up, not that it applies to you, but when you do, you need to create a flawless canvas. Hence all the foundation." She explained, starting on her other eye. "Then you draw in and highlight the features you want. You can make your eyes larger or make it look like you have high cheek bones if you don't naturally. Up play your positive features, downplay the ones you don't like so much." She knew she was just rambling, but she couldn't help herself. She was extremely nervous about tonight. So she rambled in an attempt to calm herself down.
"False advertizing." He growled, still watching her carefully. He knew she was nervous. He wanted to say something to her, but couldn't come up with anything.
"I guess." She shrugged. "You're still working with what you've got. There's only so much make up can do. I'm just enhancing a few things. Like my eyes. "
Vegeta nodded and continued to watch her as she quickly continued to blend several different colors and eventually, it looked less painted and more natural. He couldn't believe he was actually sitting there watching the woman do something so mundane and he was actually somewhat enjoying it. Okay, he was really enjoying it. He admitted. It fascinated him. In just a few short minutes she had gone from having no features to making her eyes look like they were popping out- in a good way.
He silently observed as she added eyeliner to both her upper and lower lids and flared the end of the liner up and out dramatically. He was impressed at the precision and how she was quickly able to do both eyes, exactly the same. She added false lashes that were dramatically longer on the outside and almost non-existent on the inside.
Bulma turned and batted her eyes dramatically at him. "See?"
"Uh-huh." He replied, rolling his eyes.
"Grump." She replied as she began to draw in her brows and then applied blush and bright red lipstick. She was done with her makeup and just needed to finish drying her hair and they could go. She wasn't going to do it until she got back stage.
"What the hell are you listening to?" he asked.
"It's Christina Aguillera." She replied. "I'll be singing a few of her songs tonight. That's why I'm listening to her."
"Well, don't sing that one." He grumbled. It was a song called "I Am."
"I'm not singing that one, don't worry. But I like that song. It's beautiful. It reminds me of you. Of us." She replied with a frown. "Kinda."
"That's why. It's weak." He replied, wishing he had rephrased that differently.
"Uh, huh." Bulma retorted, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, Mister Macho. There was a song I wanted to sing for you though. Would that be okay?"
"Hmmn. As long as it's nothing embarrassing." Vegeta replied, rolling his eyes.
"It might be, for you. You're such a prude in public." She said teasingly.
"I am no prude, Woman." He objected.
"Sure…" she laughed.
He frowned. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, only if you're okay with it." She said with a raised eyebrow. "It's kinda sexy and provocative and includes a quick lap dance thing. You get to give me a spanking in front of everyone for being bad."
He smirked at that. While the thought was appealing, he wasn't sure it was a good idea. "As much as I would like that, you probably shouldn't."
"I understand." She nodded. "I just thought it would be neat, you know, then everyone would know that I'm yours."
That piqued his interest. "Hmmn. Maybe. So long as it isn't any sappy nonsense. Most of the crap on that thing of yours is all about professing love or some rubbish."
"No, there isn't any of that for this number." She said shaking her head. "It's more provocative and lust driven more than anything. I'll just straddle your lap while I sing a song about wanting you to do nasty naughty things to me. And then you get to give me a swat on my ass and that's it."
"That's it, huh?"
"Yea. I thought of it because then no one would bug us about wondering if we were doing it or not. It should be out of the question after that."
"Hmmn. Alright." He said, still unsure about this idea but agreeing anyway.
"Don't worry! You'll be the envy of every guy there." She smirked.
"I already am the envy of everyone there." He replied, giving her a quick smack on her ass and left the bathroom as she started drying her hair. He had stayed far longer than he had meant to. He liked observing her though. He started looking through some of the clothes items strewn across his bed. He had no doubt she would look amazing in all of them and growled at the thought that anyone else but him should get to see her in them. He quickly changed into his formal armor while she was still putzing around in the bathroom with her hair.
He left the bedroom to answer a knock on his door. It was a young slave dropping off a few more ensembles for Bulma. He took them, rolled his eyes and shut the door.
"Woman!" He bellowed. "Your stuff has arrived." He announced, tossing the bag on the bed with the mountain of clothes that were already there.
Bulma raced out of the bathroom and squealed in delight as she rifled through the bag. "They're perfect!" she exclaimed.
"Do I get to see?"
"Nope!" she snapped, closing the bag up and taking it with her to the bathroom so he wouldn't decide to peek when she wasn't looking.
"Why not?"
"It's a surprise!" she replied with a mischievous smile.
"Are you about done yet?" he said with a huge sigh.
"Yea, I'm going to finish my hair later. I have different hair styles chosen for different outfits!" She replied excitedly.
"Good, let's go then." He grumbled. He really didn't want to go to this thing. It meant he had to be polite to and converse with all the people he hated most on this universe. On top of that, he had to watch them drool and gawk at his woman all night too. He just hoped he could make it through the evening without killing someone.
Bulma downed the rest of her nearly-full glass of wine and skipped towards Vegeta. She was feeling quite tipsy at the moment. She threw her arms around his neck and went to kiss him when he moved his head to the side and pushed her gently away from him.
"Do not kiss me." He replied.
"Why not?"she asked, pouting.
"I don't want that crap all over my face." He replied, referring to her lipstick.
"It won't. See?" she replied, rubbing the back of her hand across her lips and showing him.
"Hmmn. You'd better be right." He replied, pulling her back towards him and kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly walked backwards, taking her with him, and sat down in an arm chair next to his bed, not breaking their kiss. He pulled her into his lap and raised an eyebrow at her when instead of sitting on his lap, she straddled him. He had never seen her tipsy before. She was really bold. I will have to remember that. He thought, smirking and kissed her again.
They had a few minutes still before they needed to leave. He pulled her closer to him and kept one hand on the small of her back and the other he allowed to wander down and explore her long leg. He let it travel back up and slip under her silk house coat until he felt the band of a very small pair of lacy panties on her hip.
"Hmmn." He growled in surprise. He had assumed she wore nothing underneath. He broke their kiss and looked at her. She was so beautiful. She breathlessly looked back at him with an intensity that matched his own. He removed his hand from her hip and ran his fingers gently through her hair, marveling at the soft texture of it.
Bulma looked at him and saw her own emotions reflected back at her in his eyes. It was a rare unguarded moment for him, but she saw the fear and concern there and an intensity that made her feel warm all over. She leaned forward, hugging him tightly and rested her head on his shoulder, burying her face in the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. She loved the feeling of having him close to her. I don't think I could ever tire of this. She thought to herself as she struggled to catch her breath and calm her nerves. She wished she could just stay here with Vegeta and not go up on stage tonight. As if reading her thoughts, she relaxed as she felt Vegeta's hands slip under her house coat and caress the sides of her bare flesh in a comforting motion. If she could have, she would have melted into him. It always amazed her how such a strong man could be so gentle with her. She sighed in contentment as his hands continued to travel up and then back down her sides in a soothing motion.
Vegeta took in her scent and closed his eyes and enjoyed the close proximity. He continued to caress her gently, in an effort to comfort her and calm her down. He could hear her heart beating a mile a minute. He knew she was nervous. Hell, he was just as nervous! He wanted to say something to her to give her some reassurance, but the words wouldn't come. So, instead, he allowed his hands to say what he could not. He wrapped his arms around her bare torso and hugged her to him squeezing her gently and opened his eyes, turning his head to look down at her.
"We must go." He said quietly, breaking the silence.
Bulma nodded and opened her eyes. She kissed him lightly on his lips and tried to get up off his lap but he held her firmly in place. She looked at him in confusion.
"I will be keeping an eye on you all evening. No one will bother you." He said seriously. "I will not be able to accompany you back stage, but I will keep tabs on your energy signal. Should you be distressed for any reason, I will know and I will come back there and deal with it."
She nodded and gave him a small smile. "I know you will. By the way, for my number, just be sitting in a chair. I'll straddle you just like this. Alright?"
"Agreed. How will I know when?"
"It will be my third song. So when I'm getting changed, take a seat near the front of the stage." She smiled. She couldn't believe he had agreed to this! "You're sure you're alright with this?"
"No." he growled. "But since everyone is suspicious of our relationship, it may put a few things to rest. Just don't embarrass me with any mushy displays."
"Don't worry." She smiled and kissed him chastely.
He let her off his lap and watched as she capsulated all her hair and make-up stuff and all of her outfits. She quickly changed into a comfortable pair of pants and a black zip-up hoodie and announced that she was ready to go!
Vegeta escorted her down the halls to the banquet room and back behind the stage. He hadn't touched her since leaving his suite but kept close to her. His face was impassive and his body posture stiff. He followed her to where she was told her change room would be.
Bulma opened the door and switched the lights on and turned to him once more before leaving him for the evening. He looked completely different. He stood there with his arms crossed and his face like stone. Even his eyes gave nothing away. They were black and steely and emotionless. It sent a shiver down her spine. Not fifteen minutes ago, they were locked in a passionate embrace and she had been able to read him like an open book. She knew though, that he couldn't give anything away. For both their sakes.
"Enjoy the show, your Highness." She said wiggling her eyebrows.
"I will come to get you when you are done for the evening. Do not keep me waiting." He grumbled and then left.
Bulma rolled his eyes at his cold tone and closed her door. She had to get her hair up in a 40's do fast.
She put in some hot rollers and spritzed her hair with some product. She gave her makeup a quick once over, nodding at herself in approval that it was still flawless. Even her lipstick! She would have to tease Vegeta about that later on.
There was a knock on the door and she opened it and to her surprise, there stood Vegeta, still looking as grouchy as ever, but handed her a bottle of wine. She took it and smiled at him. However, his back was already turned and he was already half way down the hall before she had a chance to thank him.
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