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Endlessly	By : Froglady15 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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 DO NOT belong to me. I MKE NO MONEY/PROFIT!

Chapter List
- 15
- 16
- 17
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.
Warning: Some foul language in this chapter… I'm not a fan of cursing and vulgarity, but sometimes you just can't get the point across without certain four-letter words… Plus some of the songs I will be alluding to have a few curse words in the lyrics.
I DO NOT own and DID NOT write any of the songs referred into this chapter. Just using them for the purpose of this fic. Please don't sue me! I'm not making any money off this and I have nothing- all you'll get is a beat up Lancer, my husband's Marvel Legends action figures and three dogs- a 3 year old Boxer who's afraid of everything, a 5-year old Pitbull we rescued who's always in heat cause we can't afford to spay her right now, and a 1-year-old Boxer, who is a terrorist that likes to eat high heel shoes and steal defrosting pot roasts off my kitchen counter when no one's watching! Usually because I'm sitting here writing smutty fanfiction…
I decided to have some fun with this chapter.. It's relentlessly cheesy in some parts, but I couldn't help it. I have to! Please don't hate me. Things are gonna be getting serious, so that's one reason for the lightheartedness of the next two chapters and Bulma being, well, Bulma, wouldn't pass up an opportunity to show Asia up, now would she? I know I wouldn't if I were in the same shoes.. Lol! Please enjoy- I had a lot of fun with this!
Chapter 15
It didn't take long for dinner to be served. Vegeta stayed silent through his meal. He ignored Asia who sat on his left. His father and Lord Frieza tried to include him in their conversation but he ignored them, much to his father's irritation.
When is Bulma coming on? He wondered. He wasn't looking forward to it, but there was a part of him that was curious to see what she had put together. He knew she'd pull this off flawlessly and that was what worried him. He should not have agreed to participate in this. It would either put her in more danger or it might have the opposite effect and maybe she would be left alone if everyone knew she was his and therefore off limits. He would have to just wait and see.
He tried focusing on her energy signal. It seemed fine. If you had bonded with her, there would be no question. You could simply ask her. The thought nagged at him. He dismissed it. Though it would ease his worries considerably and make it so much easier to check in on her, he wasn't ready or capable of dealing with the outrage that would be stirred up over it. What was the point if he couldn't protect her?
The lights dimmed and a short alien came up on stage. He was in charge of organizing the entertainment for any and all banquets that were held.
"Good evening." He greeted nervously. "We warmly welcome Lord Frieza and his army. We put a lot of thought into the entertainment for the week. I hope you do enjoy it. Please welcome, Bulma from Earth. She has been kind enough to share some of the culture from her planet with us this week. We thank our Prince, for finding this rare beauty, bringing her here and sharing her with us to use for the week."
Vegeta growled. Why did they have to say that?
"So, I am to understand that your personal concubine is performing?" Lord Frieza asked.
Vegeta nodded. Not knowing what to say. He was not happy.
"How stupendous." Frieza remarked. "This should be highly entertaining. I always love learning of other planets and their forms of entertainment. Music especially."
"Then you shall not be disappointed." Vegeta grated back, trying to act uninterested.
At that moment, a bouncy lively tune started up.
"Tarzan and Jane were swingin on a vine"
Bulma sauntered up to the front of the stage in her little sailor suit, looking absolutely stunning. She looked completely different, but still like herself at the same time. The outfit she was wearing was something Vegeta have never seen before and made her long legs look like they went on forever. At least the rest of her is covered up Vegeta grumbled.
"Candyman, Candyman" Bulma sang.
"Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine"
"Sweet, sugar, candy man" she whispered and then started to dance to the song that had a very strange beat that no one else had ever heard anything quite like it. A few of the Saiyans looked at each other wondering what the hell it was?
"I met him out for dinner on a Friday night, he really had me working up an appetite. He had tattoos up and down his arms, there's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm, He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop, he's a sweet-talkin' sugar coated candy man. Sweet-talkin' sugar coated candy man. Oh, yeah!"
It didn't take long and a few people started to get into it. A few of the men shouted out a "Whoo!" to her.
"He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop, he's a sweet-talkin' sugar coated candy man. Well by now I'm getting all bothered and hot. When he kissed my mouth he really hit the spot. He had lips like sugar cane, good things come to boys who wait!"
Vegeta couldn't help but smirk as he watched her. She looked adorable. Right from the little sailor outfit and ridiculous hat, to the sexy yet tasteful way she moved to the song. Vulgar woman. He thought to himself. Only she could sing something like that and not come across as a tramp. He took a quick glance at his father who also seemed surprisingly amused by her aloof performance. It was a somewhat infectious song that you couldn't help but smile.
"Sweet sugar, candy man!" She whispered. He's a one stop, getcha hot, makin' all the panties drop. Sweet sugar, candy man! He's a one stop get me hot, makin' my uh pop. Sweet sugar, candy man!"
Bulma continued with the exaggerated swing-type dancing, happy that everyone seemed to like it. Even Vegeta didn't look too upset, though it was hard to tell since he had that usual scowl plastered on his face.
"He's a one top shop with a real big Uhh! He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man." She finished the song with a dramatic, over exaggerated high note that would have made Christina proud, took a quick curtsey and exited the stage quickly to change.
If they liked that, they'll love this next one! She smirked to herself.
Asia sat there and seethed. Oh course she can sing and dance like THAT. What else can she do? She's beautiful with a great body, and nice to boot. What the hell?! She thought angrily. This wasn't exactly going the way she had planned. She was hoping no one would like her and boo her off the stage. On the other hand, she was very good and looked amazing up there, so getting Frieza to want to take her with him when he left should be easy after tonight. That is what she was going to gamble on.
She pulled her chair closer to Vegeta and leaned in close to him, annoyed but at the same time not surprised that he didn't even acknowledge her.
Meanwhile…
Bulma carefully took off her hat so as not to damage her hair and quickly changed into a pink rhinestone corset with a powder pink tuu-tuu style short skirt that again, barely covered her ass. She kept with her same nude fishnets and changed her shoes to sparkly platform silver stilettos. She prayed she wouldn't fall. They weren't dancing shoes by any means but went just too perfectly with this outfit so decided to chance it. If Vegeta wasn't pissed off about the sailor outfit, he might be with this one. She thought to herself concerned for a second. Maybe she should wear something else? She thought about it for a second. Nah! This is too perfect for that song! No matter, I'll make it up to him on the next one. He won't be complaining much about anything after that! I hope.
Bulma exited her dressing room after a large sip of wine and headed up onto the stage.
"The dress is Chanel. The shoes YSL. The bag is Dior. Agent Provocateur. My address today, LA by the way, above Sunset strip, the hills are the way." She started her song, trying to look as innocent as possible despite the outfit she was wearing. "My rings are by Webster it makes their heads twirl, they all say, "Darling, what did you do for those pearls?"
"What?!" She exclaimed trying to sound offended, looking innocent, covering her mouth in shock and batting her eyes as dramatically as possible. "I am a good girl!"
Vegeta growled at her. What part of "Do not be too enticing" did she not understand? He thought to himself angrily. He had to admit, she looked absolutely stunning. It did cross his mind to walk right up there and throw her over his shoulder and take her back to his room and finally have his way with her, but from what he could see, every other male in the room was thinking the same thing. Even his father had a lustful look on his face that he didn't like. He couldn't read Lord Frieza's reaction though. It was creeping him out. He hadn't reacted much to her and he had a feeling that Frieza was trying to read him.
"The age I adore, the day oh no more. Breakfast Polo Launch and pools at the shore. The Chateau for cocktails and Courtyard at night. Downtown is for dinner, the Hell is divine! You know I have found the words goin' round they all say my feet never do touch the ground,
"What?! I am a good girl." She sang, over exaggerating her offence at being accused of being otherwise and swayed her hips to the music in such a way the tiny skirt attached to her corset flew up, giving everyone a peek at her bum.
By this time, she had the crowd eating out of her hand and laughing at the insinuation of the song. They loved her! The fact that Asia was sitting so close to Vegeta that she was practically sitting on him didn't escape her notice. She just danced more provocatively, while still keeping it tasteful.
She felt that things were going extremely well until she happened to glance over to where she heard a shout out at her and nearly choked. It was Him. How could he be here?! She thought in panic and quickly caught herself and continued with her performance. Maybe he wouldn't remember her she prayed, however the way he was looking at her, she was almost certain that wasn't the case.
"I am a good girl! Yea!" She finished and once again left the stage to change. This next one was the one she needed Vegeta for. Thankfully. Maybe it would scare everyone off. Including Him.
Bardock had been standing against a wall not too far from the stage. He had gotten there just a few minute before Bulma had started her first song. He shook his head and laughed at her. She was extremely talented. Not only could she sing and dance but she was a great actress to boot. From what he knew of Bulma, she was very sweet. Not at all the tart she was portraying on stage right now. She was fantastic!
He chuckled to himself when he took a glance at the Prince when she appeared for her second number. To anyone else, he probably looked bored and uninterested in the girl on the stage. However, knowing the young Prince as well as he did, he could tell he was fuming on the inside. He could see his clenched jaw and his right eye flinch every so often. Yup, Bulma would be getting an ear full later on. Bardock understood it. He would not be pleased if it were his mate putting on a performance like that. On the other hand, she had won everyone over within a matter of minutes with her innocent and shy gestures contradicting the somewhat vulgar phrases in the songs. Bardock found her quite amusing. She was going to pull this thing off well. He just hoped not too well.
Bulma exited the stage quickly after her second song. Bardock chuckled as he saw her nearly trip when she reached the stairs.
Vegeta glared at her as she left the stage. He wasn't amused; and he hadn't missed her brief slip up either. She had nearly turned white at the sight of Zarbon. Did he shout something inappropriate to her? There was no way she could have met him before. She had never mentioned anything to him about anyone specific when her planet was purged. It was possible, but highly unlikely. Zarbon wasn't usually sent on purging missions. He'd make a point of asking her about it later on when they were in the privacy of his quarters.
"What's wrong, Prince Veegeta? Are you not enjoying tonight's festivities?" Frieza asked.
"They're fine. I just have better things to do." Vegeta replied.
"Well, nothing is holding you here. If you want to leave, please do not force yourself to stay on my account." Frieza said casually, his eyes not leaving Vegeta. "Though, I myself am quite enjoying myself this evening. That little slave of yours is simply spectacular."
"That she is." Vegeta replied casually.
"Where did you say you found her?"
"I never did say." Vegeta replied. "It was some tavern somewhere."
"I see." Frieza nodded. "And you're happy with her?"
"She is more than adequate for my needs, yes." He said, starting to get annoyed. "Excuse me." He said, leaving the head table and heading to the bar.
Frieza watched him closely. Something was different about him. It had been picking at him since he had arrived last night. Was it the girl or something else? He would have to watch the young Prince carefully.
Vegeta grabbed a drink from the bar and drank it back quickly like a shot then walked up to Bardock, who was standing near the stage off to the side.
"Hello, your highness." Bardock greeted. "How is your evening?"
Vegeta glared at him. "What do you think?"
Bardock chuckled. "Do not worry, your highness, I am sure things will be fine. Everyone here seems to love her."
"That is exactly what I am worried about." Vegeta sighed. "Lord Frieza is already questioning me about her."
Bardock nodded. That was something to be concerned about. "Well, maybe start thinking of an escape plan if need be."
"I cannot leave with her. Everyone will be after us."
"Send her away." Bardock suggested, almost instantly regretting it as soon as he saw the look the Prince shot him. "Of course, not on her own. Send Kakarott with her. Or if there is someone else you can trust. Send her with them."
"We'll see." Vegeta nodded. "I will keep you posted. I need to run something by you, but not here."
"Whatever you need, your Highness. I will see to it."
"Thank you, Bardock. You have been a loyal comrade. Where is Kakarott?"
"He was at the buffet the last I saw him." Bardock chuckled.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Of course. Where else?"
"I will tell him you were asking for him, your Highness."
"Very well, I must go. Enjoy the rest of the evening, Bardock." Vegeta replied moving towards the stage.
"You aren't staying to keep an eye on Bulma?" Bardock asked, shocked that Vegeta would even think of leaving.
"The fool woman wants me to assist her on her next song." Vegeta said with an exasperated sigh.
"Assist you how?" Bardock asked.
"I have no idea. I just know that she asked me to find a chair near the front and something about me being allowed to give her a smack on the ass at the end or some nonsense." Vegeta replied. "Believe me, I am so annoyed with her at the moment, I fully intend on keeping my end of that bargain."
Bardock chuckled and looked warily at Vegeta. "Are you sure that is wise, your Highness?"
"No." Vegeta agreed. "The more I think about it the more I regret agreeing to it. I think it will draw too much attention."
"It will. Then why did you agree in the first place?"
Vegeta walked back to Bardock, "She thought it would put to rest the rumors that I have not taken her." He said quietly so no one else who might be listening would be able to hear.
Bardock nodded. "She may be on to something. I have heard a few rumors going around."
"She said no one would doubt it after that. I don't know what else. Except that I get to give her a spanking. She was vague."
"Well, have fun." Bardock laughed. "You are surely to be envied after that."
"Hmmn." Vegeta replied and left Bardock, heading out near the stage and grabbing a spare chair. I cannot believe I am doing this! He berated himself as he sat down in a huff and crossed his arms. The fool woman had better appreciate this!
No sooner had he sat down, did he hear her say huskily, "Come 'ere, big boy." He looked up, and there she was, wearing the same black dress she wore the night they had met. Her hair was down and in loose curls. She had black gloves up to her elbows, changed into a pair of black fishnet stockings and a pair of black platform stilettos. The music started and she slowly walked up to him. He noticed through the thigh high slit in her dress that her stockings were thigh-high and held up with a garter. God, this woman will be the end of me. He thought to himself. His better judgment was telling him to leave now. No good could come of this. The other half was curious to see what his blue haired vixen had come up with; and couldn't move even if he really wanted to. Here she was, walking slowly and suggestively up to him moaning and "Yeah-ing" sensually.
"You've been a bad, bad boy. I'm going to take my time, so enjoy." She sang slowly and sensually, slowly walking closer to him. "There's no need to feel no shame, relax and sip up on champagne. Cause I'm gonna give you a little taste, of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy."
A few of the soldiers whooped and hollered. She walked up to him and walked around him as he remained seated. "I'll give you some ohh-la-laa." She said huskily into his left ear, leaning on the back of the chair. "Voulez vous couche avec moi?" she asked, leaning into his right ear. "I gotcha breaking into a sweat, got you hot, bothered and wet, you nasty boy." She continued, slapping him lightly on the shoulder after each word.
"Baby, for all it's worth, I swear I'll be the first," she sang, coming back in front of him and placing her hands on either side of his seat. "To blow. Your. Mind. Now if you're ready, come and get me, I'll give you that hot. Sweet. Sexy. Lovin'." She sang and straddled his lap like she said she would.
In a natural reaction, he placed his hands on her hips and roughly pulled her closer to him. This was bad. Very bad. He both loved her and hated her at the same time in that moment. She had promised not to embarrass him, yet here she was tempting him in front of everyone. He would make her pay later on. He could vaguely make out the clapping, whistling, and cheering of the people around them. At least he knew everyone wished they were him at that moment. He smirked at that.
"Hush now, don't say a word," she sang, placing a finger on his lips. "I'm going to give you what you deserve. Now you better give me a little taste, put your icing on my cake, you nasty boy." She husked, shimmying her shoulders sensually.
"Oh, no," she continued, getting off his lap, covering her eyes dramatically with the back of her left hand, "Oh, there, I go again. I need a spanking." She sang, feigning that she was embarrassed with herself at that moment, then walked back to him, straddled his lap and continued, "Cause, I've. Been. Baaad. So let my body do the talking, I'll slip you that hot, sweet, sexy lovin'." She sang, leaning into him.
"Haa!" she cried out. And moaned, rubbing herself up against him provocatively. The crowd went absolutely wild, whooping and hollering and whistling at them. No one had put on quite a performance like that at a banquet. Ever. What everyone loved, the soldiers especially, was that their own crowned Prince was participating. That never happened. The men loved it. The women scowled and smacked their mates for reacting positively to it, all the while secretly taking notes in the back of their minds. All around, everyone was having a good time.
He again put his hands on her hips to steady her balance as she leaned right back and then forward again. "Come on, sugar." She said huskily. She took off one of her long gloves twirled it around and threw it into the audience somewhere. The other one she slipped off. "I got cha breaking into a sweat, got you hot, bothered, and wet, you nasty boy!" She sang, playfully smacking him on the chest with her glove at each word.
"Now that you're ready, come and get me. I'll give you that hot. Sweet. Sexy lovin'." She sang, getting off his lap and circling him again. "Now give me a little spanking." She said, huskily into his right ear and then bending over in front of him.
Vegeta gladly obliged, giving her a smack on her ass with a smirk. Gentle enough not to hurt her or send her through a wall, but hard enough that everyone heard it.
"Is that all you got?" she taunted. "Come on now, don't play with me." He gave her another one, a little bit harder than the last and smirked at the look she gave him. She moaned and bit her bottom lip suggestively. "Gimme that hot. Sweet. Nasty. Boy don't you make me wait! Gimme a little taste, put your icing on my cake, you nasty boy!"
She headed back up and onto the stage all the while moaning suggestively. "Mmmmnn." She moaned, winking at Vegeta and blowing him a kiss, Marilyn Monroe-style before leaving the stage.
Vegeta got up to leave his chair, not sure if he should be pissed off or turned on. Or both. The woman had been right, though. If anyone had doubted that he had been using her, it should have been no doubt after that. Though, the way he was feeling at that moment, maybe it would be a non issue after tonight anyway. No. He quickly told himself. The time still wasn't right.
He had a difficult time making his way through the crowd that had gathered. He was patted on the back several times and heard "Lucky bastard!" and a few other remarks as he passed through. He finally found Bardock who was still leaning against the wall and laughing almost hysterically at him.
"It was that bad?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"No! Not at all. I thought it was brilliant!" Bardock laughed. "You should have seen your face though!"
"What was wrong with my face?" he asked.
"A multitude of things from looking like you wanted to drag her off to a cave somewhere to have your way with her to pissed off to wanting to have your way with her."
"That about sums it up." Vegeta agreed, nodding in embarrassment. "At this moment, I'm still not sure if I want to ravage her or strangle her."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, every male here thinks you are a god. I'd say, Bulma was right. No one doubts that you two haven't been together. She's a great actress." Bardock said, patting him on the shoulder. "And Asia is sufficiently pissed by the look of it."
Vegeta looked towards the head table and saw her sitting there pouting angrily. "Good. Let her be angry." It wasn't her he was really worried about. It was his father and Lord Frieza's reaction he wasn't sure about.
Frieza was sitting there with his arms crossed and an amused look on his face looking right at him and his father was nowhere to be seen.
In The Meantime…
Bulma chuckled to herself as she changed out of her dress. He's gonna kill me later! She thought, laughing to herself. It was so worth it. She had been able to tell that he had enjoyed it, though she could tell he had been extremely uncomfortable. She was actually shocked that he hadn't left, but glad that he had played along. They had been a hit!
She was also satisfied that she had pissed Asia off royally. It had been worth it for that reason alone. She laughed again to herself in memory of the look the other woman had shot her. If looks could kill, Bulma would have dropped dead right there in Vegeta's lap.
At least her work was mostly done for the evening. Her plan was to be a little more reserved for her last two songs. She was getting tired and since she had already caught everyone's attention, there wasn't any need to keep on with the provocative and sultry antics. She was planning on a ballad. Nothing too sappy. She wouldn't want to embarrass Vegeta any more than she probably already had this evening. She had chosen "Beautiful" and "Ain't No Other Man" as her last two songs for the night. She had been saving the sexy, silver flapper-style dress for last for "Ain't No Other Man".
Bulma was looking through her wardrobe, trying to find something to wear when there was a knock on the door. She smiled to herself as she went to answer it, hoping it was Vegeta. It was definitely Vegeta, she thought as she opened the door and saw the man on the other side, just not the Vegeta she had been hoping for.
The King walked into her small dressing room without permission and a scowl on his face.
Oh, shit! Bulma thought in panic. She hadn't seen the king since the day she had arrived. Vegeta had always told her to avoid him at all costs. What now? Let's hope Vegeta wasn't lying when he said he would be able to pick up on my energy signal if I happen to be in distress. She thought, taking a step away from him as she closed the door. She was feeling sufficiently distressed under the huge King's scrutiny.
"Your Highness. What a surprise." She managed to choke out, giving a quick curtsy and looking at the ground. Vegeta's warning to behave as submissive as possible in his presence flashing through her mind. "I hope my performance thus far hasn't disappointed you. I put a lot of thought into it."
"You have been a delight this evening, Woman. You make the empire proud." The Kind said, studying her intently.
"Good! I am glad to be of service." She replied awkwardly, though not quite sure why he was there. Surely it wasn't to give her a pat on the back.
"That was quite the show you put on with my son." He said, still scowling.
"I am sorry, your Highness, I thought it would be amusing-"
"Oh, I found it very amusing. Along with everyone else in the audience." The King chuckled. "That is why I am here."
"Oh?" Bulma questioned, not sure if she was in trouble or not.
"I have a proposition for you." The King said. "Lord Frieza is very interested in you. He likes to collect exotic women from all corners of the galaxy. I don't agree with your relationship with my son, as I am sure he has told you. Step up your performance. Convince me you're worth keeping around, and I will see to it you don't leave here with Lord Frieza."
"Step up my performance?" Bulma asked.
"You know, show some more skin. I am sure you can be a little more vulgar. You are an intelligent girl, or so I have been told. Figure it out." The King said, giving her the feeling he was mentally undressing her with his eyes.
"Your Highness, I would and I have enough material stored that I could do that, but Vegeta specifically told me to not-"
"The last time I checked, Vegeta was not the King of this planet. I am." He said harshly.
"Of course, your highness," Bulma replied, looking down at the floor. "I will find something more provocative if that is what you wish."
"I know you will, my dear." The King said with a satisfied nod. "Do this, and I will make sure you will not be leaving with Lord Frieza."
"Thank you, your Highness." Bulma nodded, still looking at the floor in fear.
The King walked up to her and grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. He analyzed her for a long moment. Bulma did everything she could to not tremble in fear at his scrutiny and close proximity and despite Vegeta's warnings, looked him boldly in the eye. She wasn't going to let him know how afraid of him she really was.
"You are stunningly beautiful." He commented, looking her up and down suggestively. "I can see why he likes you. Though he hasn't taken you yet, has he?"
"That's for me to know and you to speculate on." She replied nonchalantly.
King Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her reply.
"A real lady never kisses and tells." She said shaking her head with an innocent look.
"Hmmn." The King replied, unsure but not quite convinced. She did smell of him, but that could just be because of her performance with him. They were quite convincing, he thought to himself. "Alright. I will let that one go. For now. Get ready. And do not fail, or I will see to it personally that you leave here with Lord Frieza and his crew."
"Right, your Highness. I hope I do not disappoint." Bulma said, cursing internally.
"I do not care what my son says. You are to do as I say, understood, girl?"
"Quite clearly, your Highness." Bulma answered, giving him another curtsey.
"I expect so." The King said and abruptly left her.
Bulma released the breath she had been holding. Holy shit! She thought to herself, trying to calm herself down and not start hyperventilating. Now what?! Do I do as he asked or go on as planned? She panicked. Where the hell is Vegeta?! He said he would be here if I was distressed! I'm feeling more than distressed at the moment!
She started rifling through her clothes and trying to think of something last minute that would appease the King. She pulled out a black bra studded with rhine stones. It was both edgy and sexy and enhanced her cleavage quite nicely; as well as a back pair of vinyl ass-less chaps pants she had acquired from the tavern. She had been looking for something like that at the time for this particular song and this girl had given them to her since she didn't fit into them anymore. This should be perfect. She thought to herself. If this didn't make him happy, she wasn't sure what would.
Where is Vegeta? She kept asking herself, almost in tears at this point. She wanted to at least warn him before she stepped out all vampy and over the top. Is he that angry at me from my last performance? He didn't look angry… What do I do? She kept asking herself frantically. Do I just do this and trust the King or is he setting me up? Her instincts told her this was a set up. But what choice did he have? She couldn't defy the King. She had already agreed to do this. To back out now would be out right defiance. She just wished Vegeta were here. He would be able to advise her.
Bulma darkened her eye makeup with black shadow, making it extra dramatic and quickly flat-ironed her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She had to admit, she looked hot. Vegeta would not be happy. I'll explain to him later and hope he understands. The way I see it is I'll be sent away possibly if I do this and most likely sent away if I don't. She sighed, throwing on a matching zip-up vinyl vest.
Come on girl, you pulled this number off a few times at the tavern with great success. You can do it again tonight. She thought confidently, taking a deep breath and leaving her room. If Vegeta wasn't going to kill her after her last performance, he most certainly would after these last two.
Meanwhile, a few minutes earlier…
Vegeta grabbed another drink from the bar and went back to his seat at the bar. He couldn't believe he had allowed that. He wasn't going to deny he didn't love it, but he was certain his father and Lord Frieza would be plotting against them now if they hadn't been already.
He didn't even acknowledge Asia as he sat down. He could almost feel her burning a hole in his head with her glare. He found it quite pathetic that she was still even sitting there.
"What the hell?" Asia whispered angrily.
"What?" he replied in a bored tone.
"What the hell was all that just now?" she fumed.
"Just thought I would contribute to this little scene you insisted on. I need to mingle with my soldiers. You should be able to understand that. It's good for moral and all." He shrugged.
"That was the crassest display I have ever seen! I can't believe you would lower yourself like that!"
"Well, that should answer your question."
"What question was that?" Asia asked with a frown.
"Whether she's a decent lay or not." He replied with a smug smirk.
"You're a pig!"
"You brought it up earlier." He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink and turning away from her.
Asia pursed her lips and fumed. I'll get that little bitch back, one way or another. She will regret crossing me!
"That was a most interesting scene you made down there, Vegeta." Lord Frieza purred. "I must say I was thoroughly entertained."
"Glad to hear it." Vegeta replied neutrally. He was wondering where his father had disappeared to. Was he so outraged that he had left for the evening? He couldn't sense him anywhere. He could sense Bulma nearby. She seemed okay. Her energy had been slightly off all evening. He attributed it to her nervousness from having to perform all night. She seemed to be a bit more flustered than she had been all night, but he couldn't sense anyone with her either, and Zarbon was at the bar chatting up two Saiyan women. That was really picking at him. He had to know why she nearly froze at the sight of him. If he had touched her, he would end him. But if he had, why would she have not told him about it?
"She is quite the little minx that one, isn't she?" Frieza pressed, trying to gain a reaction out of him and was getting aggravated that he hadn't gotten one yet. "Is she available for a private audience?"
"She is not." Vegeta snapped.
"Such a shame." Frieza tsked. "You are very lucky, my Prince." He seems to be quite possessive of her. Frieza mused, watching Vegeta carefully. No matter, I shall try again when his father is present. Maybe tomorrow evening.
The King sat down back at his seat. "Well done, my son." He said casually. "She has proved to be much more entertaining that I thought she would be."
Vegeta nodded, still focusing on Bulma's energy signal. What was taking her so long this time? Once again the thought nagged at him: If you had bonded with her, you would know…
He watched his son carefully. "I found that little display of yours rather amusing."
"That was the intent. To amuse everyone." Vegeta replied dryly.
"What is she planning on next?" The King asked.
"I haven't a clue, father. This is her project."
"Hmmn." The King nodded. He was quite anxious to find out for himself to see whether or not she had taken him seriously. She seemed fearful enough to not defy his orders, but who knew? It shouldn't be long now. He couldn't believe how easy it had been. For a genius, she seemed to be quite gulliable. Either way, he would make sure Frieza took her; unless his son decided to take Frieza up on his offer. Then he would make her stay here. She would make a nice addition to his harem. Then by the time his Son returned from Frieza's service hopefully she wouldn't still be alive.
He frowned as he noticed Asia crowding him again. He didn't have the energy to even argue with her anymore.
The lights went dim, and everyone quieted down again, anxious to see what the blue-haired vixen had up her sleeve next.
"Dirty." The words were heard echoing through the room. "Filthy!"
"You're nasty!" Was heard. "Yeah." Bulma sighed, but was nowhere to be seen.
"Too dirty to clean my act up."
"HA haa!" She laughed.
"If you ain't dirty, you aint here to party!"
The music started and the lights flashed and Bulma was still nowhere to be seen, just heard every now and then. It was yet another odd beat of music no one had ever heard of before. Then everything went dark for a second.
"Oh, I'm over due, give me some room, I'm coming through. Paid my dues, in the mood, me and my girls gonna shake the room." Bulma sang as the lights came on. She strutted out onto the stage to the front and center, looking completely different from her last three songs with her straight hair and dark eye makeup.
"DJ's spinning, show your hands. Let's get dirty, that's my jam. I need that, uh, to get me off. Sweat until my clothes come off." She sang, ripping her vest off and throwing it out into the crowd, which was beyond rowdy by this point.
Vegeta looked at her in disbelief. What the hell is she doing?! He raged silently, shaking his head and taking a deep breath to get his temper under control.
Bulma continued to sing her song and dance suggestively, gyrating her hips and trying to be as provocative as possible. She had polished off that bottle of wine. It was the only way she would be able to pull this off. Thankfully, in hopes of getting the evening finished already, she programmed her last song to come on right after this one. She was afraid of looking in Vegeta's direction, but did anyway. She glanced briefly at him and then away. He was pissed. Oh, god. She thought to herself, then narrowed her eyes when she noticed Asia hanging all over him. She suddenly felt a little less guilty for the trashy display she was putting on. After all, he was letting her hang all over him.
She glanced at the king, seeking approval. This trashy enough for you? She thought and felt somewhat relieved as he discreetly nodded at her. Though she didn't know why she should feel relieved. It was his son she would have to face later on.
The song was half way through and she continued to dance and shake her ass as well as she could. Everyone on the floor was loving it and rooting her on.
"Want to get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly, get it fired up in a hurry, want to get dirty!"
Is she that determined to want to leave and have a horrible life?! Does she not understand anything I told her?! What the fuck is she doing?! Vegeta thought angrily to himself. I thought I had been specific!
"It's about time that I came start the party, sweat dripping over my body. Dance and getting just a little naughty, wanna get dirty, it's about time for my arrival! Uhh, What?" She finished with a provocative pose.
Bulma straightened up to catch her breath quickly before her next song started. She gave Vegeta a quick glance and wished she hadn't. He was absolutely livid from the look of it. He slowly shook his head at her and looked away. Oh well, one more to go. She told herself, ready. This one was just for Asia.
"I'm not cocky. I just loove myself. Bitch!" She said arrogantly. And the music started.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's the flyest bitch of them all? Never mind I am." She started.
That bitch is so fucking pretty
"Yeah, I am. If I were her, I would kiss me. Mwa!" She nearly laughed when she heard the guys start whooping at her. "Mirror, mirror on the wall. Hit up Prince Charming tell him give me a call. Never mind crew him. Cause I found somebody better."
She quickly looked at Vegeta, who looked completely outraged. "Never mind, screw him. I make myself so much wetter."
She covered her mouth in an over exaggerated gesture. "Every time I see myself, I love me even more. It's me I adore. Ain't nobody got shit on me, I'm the best for sure!
"V is for vanity, every time I look at me, I turn myself on. Yea! I turn myself on, Yeah.. V is for vanity, thank you mom and daddy cause I turn myself on, yea! I turn myself on, Yeah!" she sang in a sultry tone, trying her hardest not to laugh.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, they call me stuck up, but I'm not at all, never mind I am. It's not my fault I'm the shit. Yeah, I am. I'm a bad ass bitch. Hey!" she continued, stealing glances at Asia and loving the angry look on the woman's face.
"V is for vanity, every time I look at me, I turn myself on. Yea! I turn myself on, Yeah.. V is for vanity, thank you mom and daddy cause I turn myself on, yea! I turn myself on. Get into it! No regrets, no apologies."
A bunch of the male soldiers had rushed up to the front and were cheering and whistling along to her, just loving it, and more than a few women too, surprisingly enough. It was time to get the crowd involved, but she wasn't sure if they'd get it or not. Now was the time, to find out.
"All the girls say: Yeah, I'm vain, so what, so what? All the boys say: Yeah, I'm vain, so what, so what? Everybody say: Yeah, we're vain, we're vain. So what and WHAT?" She chanted and was thrilled as almost everyone in the crowd caught on and went along with it, repeating after her.
"If the shoe fits, wear it bitch! Read my lips, I'm a vain bitch, Muah! Heeeeeeey-ey!" She sang, blowing the crowd a kiss and then holding a long dramatic note.
"If you can't love no one else. Love yourself. And if they don't like it, tell 'em to kiss your ass, Bitch! Muah!" She sang with as much attitude as she could muster.
"Let's go out like this: Mirror, mirror on the wall who's the flyest of them all it's me, bow down, get on your knees. Where's my queens?" A bunch of the women cheered. "Who reigns supreme? Lemme hear you scream!" and every one did, much to Bulma's surprise. She couldn't believe the response she'd gotten from this song. Hopefully she wouldn't be in too much trouble. It was all in god fun, right?
"And the legacy lives on. Going strong. Let us not forget. Who owns the throne?" She finished, pointing at the head table where the King, Lord Frieza and Vegeta were all sitting. The King looking surprisingly amused. Bulma had been a tad concerned about how he would react to this song. She hadn't had time to think it through properly to make sure it was appropriate and wasn't quick enough on the ball to change it to something more fitting, so she pointed in his direction in the end, hoping to remedy it. Who she assumed was Lord Frieza looked more than amused and Vegeta still looked royally pissed.
"Thank you, I shall see all of you tomorrow evening!" She thanked the crowd quickly and headed off the stage to change. She needed to get out of there. That green guy was still staring at her and making her extremely uncomfortable. She hoped and prayed he didn't follow her to her dressing room. Vegeta looked like he was so pissed off at her, maybe he wouldn't come save her. Not that she could blame him. She hoped he would let her explain and understand why she had decided last minute on a more racy show.
Bulma ran to her dressing room and quickly changed back into her comfy pants and hoodie. She threw everything into a pile and capsulated it all, not paying any attention to order or anything. Sure enough, there was a loud knock on her door that frightened her. She grabbed her stuff and opened the door, feeling a sense of both dread and relief that it was Vegeta.
She felt relief that he had still shown up to get her and escort her back to his quarters. Part of her was worried he might be upset enough to let her fend for herself on her way back. After her performance, this evening, she wouldn't have blamed him. At least she would be safe on the way back. And then there was the dread. Dread because the look on his face told her he was not amused in the least with her. She had never seen him that angry. And it was directed at her. Now she had to face him. What would be worse? Facing him or him escorting her off to his place and then maybe leaving and not staying the night with her? Get a grip! She told herself. He's here, Isnt he? That's a good sign. I think.
"Hey." She said lightly to him.
"Hmmn." He growled and turned to leave.
Bulma followed him back to his quarters, looking at the ground. She had a hard time keeping up with his quick pace. A few people waved at her on their way back, she acknowledged them subtly on the way, so as not to anger Vegeta or slow him down. He hadn't spoken a word to her or so much as even glanced at her.
Vegeta opened up the doors to his quarters and let her in. He was still so angry, he didn't even know where to begin. He had so many thoughts racing through his mind from the evening. There was the fact that she had blatantly cast aside his warning and concerns for her safety. And for what? An ego boost? Or did she like the fact that he had been worrying nonstop about what was going to possibly happen this week and want him to worry more? Then there was the fact that Zarbon had been staring at her intently all night and she had quite obviously recognized him. That disturbed him more than anything.
On top of that he was still turned on from her performance with him earlier and then to top it all off, Asia's comment about her not being able to carry children was bothering him as well. He didn't know why. He had never had any intention of reproducing. Ever. So why did her comment bother him so much. He knew Asia was probably right. But what did it matter? He didn't want that for his future, at least not anytime soon. And for all he knew, Bulma didn't want children either. It had never come up.
He didn't say anything to her or even look at her as he threw his armor on the floor and headed to the bedroom.
"I'm going to take a quick shower." Bulma said to him as she headed into the bathroom. She was all sweaty and needed to get all that makeup off. She winced to herself as he didn't even acknowledge what she had said. Bulma showered quickly and threw on a comfortable pair of pink velour pajama bottoms and matching tank top. By the time she left the bathroom, Vegeta was already in bed, his back to her. She shut off the lights and crawled into bed carefully so as not to disturb him. She was sure he wasn't asleep yet, but she didn't want to annoy him and further.
Bulma lay in bed and didn't move. She knew she should have been exhausted, but she was too upset. The silence in the room was deafening; much worse than if he had decided to yell at her. She decided she would have much preferred that. She lay there for what felt like forever, when in actuality it was more like about ten minutes, waiting for him to say something, anything! Her stomach was in knots and she was starting to feel nauseous.
"I'm sorry." She said quietly. Still nothing. She moved over to him, his back still to her, and slid her hand across his waist. She felt his hand stop hers and gently pushed it off of him and back to her.
"Leave me alone." He said.
"I know you're mad at me. And I'm sorry!" she said again to him. She heard him snort in reply. "Look, please say something, Vegeta I can't take this. It's killing me."
"You want me to say something? Alright." He said in a very low, deep voice that honestly scared her. She could tell he was still trying to keep his anger contained. Maybe silence would have been better? "Woman, what in the hell was that tonight? You think I like having you flaunt yourself to everyone? Not only that, but I warned you to keep things more on the proper side so as not to attract too much interest. I feel as though you did the exact opposite. Why? Do you like torturing me? Flaunting yourself around in such a provocative manner knowing that I cannot have you right now and knowing that should the wrong people take an interest in you that I am powerless to stop it." He seethed.
Vegeta turned around and pinned himself over top of her so she couldn't move, looking down at her. Though the room was dark, he could see her clearly through the moonlight light coming in from the window. He could see the tears streaming down the sides of her face. "Why, Woman? What were you thinking? Or do you want to be dragged off by Frieza or one of his men?" he asked her, still angry, but his voice a little softer.
"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad."
"I am already mad, Woman. I don't think there's anything you could possibly say to make it worse." He said dryly still looking down at her.
"You're father." She choked out, trying not to cry.
"What about my father?"
"He came in to see me after the song I did with you. He said if I stepped it up and acted more provocative and gave him a reason to see that I was useful or whatever, he would make sure Frieza didn't take me back on his ship."
"My father came to see you?" he stated trying to look her over for any marks or obvious signs that she had been manhandled and felt relief that there appeared to be none. He couldn't even smell the man on her. He thought back on the time line when he didn't know where his father had been after his performance with Bulma and it had been after that that she had done a complete 180 in her performance. The Bastard must have been concealing his energy.
"Where were you?" she asked. "I thought you said that if anyone bothered me, you would be able to pick up on it and you would be there. I can assure you, I was thoroughly distressed. I was so afraid. You've warned me about him. I didn't know what he was going to do. Fortunately, he did nothing. But even after he left, I was upset, wishing that you might be able to pick up on it and come investigate. At least I could have warned you. What else was I to do? I couldn't defy him. The man is intimidating enough."
"I did pick up on your energy signal, but it had been fluctuating like that all night. It didn't seem obviously distressed. I assumed you were just nervous for performing." He said, feeling ashamed. He should have been there. As soon as it seemed like it had been too long since she'd been gone, he should have gone and checked. You wouldn't be in this position of you were bonded. There was that nagging voice again in the back of his mind. How many times had it nagged at him that evening? He knew it was right. It had been right all along.
"Not only that, but Asia decided to grace me with her presence as well."
"What? When?" he frowned, forgetting his previous train of thought.
"Like not long after you gave me that bottle of wine. I was still doing my hair for my first song."
He thought back to the evening and the heated discussion he'd had with her. She had left for a bit after that. "What did she want?"
"I don't really know. It was weird. She came in, smelled me and then watched me do my hair. We chatted a bit. And when I was ready she told me that you were hers and that she wouldn't be backing down and to enjoy my time with you because I would be leaving with Frieza. Then she left."
Vegeta sighed heavily and rested his head lightly on her shoulder. He loosened his grip on the sides of her arms. I should have known to go check on her. I should have been there. He berated himself.
"And why was she hanging all over you like that all night?" Bulma asked, in a slightly annoyed tone. "She was practically sitting in your lap and you just allowed it."
"I was ignoring her and hoping she would get bored and leave."
"Well, it didn't work!" she snapped at him. "You were upset about me shaking my ass up there? Well, I was upset with you letting her hover all over you all night."
"Well, before she came to see you, I will assume since she came and smelled you. We had a rather heated argument. I, in no uncertain terms, explained to her my lack of interest. She left then came back. I can assure you, I was merely ignoring her."
"Uh huh." Bulma replied, knowing he was being truthful but all the same, it bugged her.
"For future reference, you do not take orders from my father. You are under my direct care. Not his." He said seriously. The gall of that man!
"Well, I tried to tell him that you told me to not over do it and he said something to the effect that the last time he checked, he was king, not you so I had to do what he said." Bulma told him. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do. I knew you would be angry, but-" she cut off her sentence, not knowing what else to say. "I wasn't deliberately trying to upset you." She said, placing her hand on the side of his face.
"I know." He nodded, still looking down at her. "I should not have jumped to conclusions. And I should have come to check on you."
"It's alright. You've been under a lot of stress."
"That is true, but I promised you I would protect you and tonight I did a miserable job."
"No body's perfect, Vegeta. And I'm fine." She smiled at him.
"Well, it could have gone the other way." he said, still angry at himself. "On another matter that disturbed me this evening, how do you know Zarbon?"
"Zarbon?" she asked curiously. She didn't know anyone named Zarbon.
"The green alien with long teal hair pulled back around his face. You nearly turned white at the sight of him."
"Oh, him." she groaned. She really didn't want to discuss it. Not along with everything else, she felt so drained from today. "You caught that, did you?"
"I did, Woman. Where did you meet him before? Did he touch you?" Vegeta asked agitatedly.
"No, not exactly." She said awkwardly.
"What does that mean? Tell me, Woman I must know."
"He was among the Ice-jin that had destroyed my planet and took my father. It was his decision to take me along too instead of leaving me behind. I think he had been hoping to keep me, if you know what I mean." Bulma said, recounting what had happened.
"Alright. And?" Vegeta pressed.
"Vegeta, why does it matter? I really don't want to talk about it." She sighed. "It was frightening the first time and I really don't feel like reliving it."
"You will tell me." Vegeta said again in a voice that told her that not telling him wasn't an option.
"Alright, fine. After my world was destroyed, I was lead to his quarters and he did try to rape me. I fought him off the best I could but before he managed to do anything someone called him on his scouter and he left. He had been annoyed and insisted that whatever it was could wait but the other person on the end insisted he do whatever it was they wanted right then. I snuck out of his quarters and hid with some of the other female slaves on the ship. The next day we were sent to auction and I haven't seen him since today."
Vegeta took a slow intake of breath. He knew that more than likely, if he had been able to have his way, he wouldn't be lying here with this woman. The thought that Zarbon had even tried to carry out such a thing against her nearly set him in a rage all over again. "You are very lucky, Woman." He said kissing her.
"I know. I have known that since the day you found me." She said, kissing him back.
"I don't think you even know." He replied. "Zarbon is one of the most vile beings I have ever met. I hate him almost as much as I hate Frieza."
"Then I know you'll get him one day." She said confidently. "Give him a black eye for me."
"Is that what he did to you?" he asked with a frown.
"That was the worst of it, yeah. Not including the nightmares afterwards." She nodded. "He had back handed me across the face. If it weren't been for the call on the scouter, that would have been it. I was nearly knocked unconscious."
Vegeta growled. He could not imagine raising a hand against her. Even when he had been so angry with her earlier that he could barely think straight, the thought hadn't crossed his mind.
"Don't worry. I'm fine. I haven't even had a nightmare since I started sleeping with you." She smiled at him, wanting to dismiss the whole thing.
Vegeta smirked down at her. He remembered just then that he had to get her back from earlier. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. He was going to get her good for all the nights she had tortured him and for this evening. Oh yes, he was going to make her pay. Dearly.
Author's note: Warning, mature theme following. If you aren't old enough to be reading or are offended by a bit of fooling around, skip the rest of this chapter.
She eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down closer to her and kissed him back with everything she had. She moaned as she felt him slide a leg between hers and started grinding himself torturously slow into her center. He managed to untangle both her hands from his neck and pin them up over her head. If he was going to be able to do this, it had to be on his terms. Otherwise, he'd screw it up and take things too far.
He held both her wrists above her head gently with his left hand and smirked into her mouth as she tried to release them with no success. With his right hand, he allowed it to travel down the length of her body and travel back up underneath her top where he gently caressed her breast. She moaned into his mouth and arched her chest into his hand, encouraging him to continue. He let his thumb run across the hardened nipple a few times before sliding his hand down again along her side until he reached her pajama pants.
Vegeta continued to kiss her. He should really stop now. He knew that. But he was really enjoying the panting and moaning and other noises the delicate woman underneath him was making. At this point she was trembling. He figured he had been able to control himself this long, why not torment her a little longer? He slid his hand down the front of her pants and cupped her womanhood. He smirked evilly at her when she gasped. She hadn't been expecting that. He thought victoriously.
Bulma looked up at him wide-eyed in confusion. Never had he ever done such a thing to her! Not that she minded, but still. It took her completely off guard. She frowned at him slightly as she tried to free her hands from his tight clasp. He smirked and shook his head at her. "Not a chance, Woman."
He bent down to kiss her again, silencing her objections. "This," he said to her between passionate kisses, "Is for all those nights you teased me."
"Oh, please! You're just as bad!"
He silenced her with another kiss. "Especially tonight."
"But I thought I told you-"
"Not that. Earlier. You sang in front of everyone that you wanted me to come and get you and do nasty things to you and then proceeded to grind yourself into my lap."
Bulma snickered at the memory. She knew she'd gotten to him!
"Do you have any idea," he said kissing her and just leaving his hand between her legs, just grazing her womanhood, not doing anything. Her squirming making it all the more torturous for her as she tried to rub herself against his hand. She failed miserably as she could not move much because of the way he was lying on top of her. "How difficult it was to not take you then and there in front of everyone?" he growled into her ear.
Bulma giggled wickedly.
"You think it's funny, do you?" he asked dangerously, looking down at her with a dead serious look on his face.
A slight weave of fear ran down her spine. She couldn't tell if he was still playing with her or if he was angry again. Maybe she had finally pushed him too far. He had warned her on many occasions that it wasn't a good idea to do such a thing. However, she trusted that he would never hurt her so every once in a while, she'd tease him more than she should. Maybe this was the final straw?
Vegeta smirked at the slight flash of fear in her eyes. Silly Woman. He thought to himself, though couldn't help but feel a slight pang of hurt that she was actually afraid of him, even if for a second. He lowered his hand further and sunk a finger into her wet folds. He was very pleased when she cried out.
"Hmmn." He growled playfully at the discovery. "Now look who's hot, bothered and wet?" he whispered seductively into her ear.
He slowly inserted his finger and brought it back out again, slowly pumping in and out of her very carefully so as not to damage her and loving her reaction to him as she squirmed, panted and moaned. He slid his wet finger to her clit and started to rub slowly and gently.
"Oh, Vegeta." She panted.
"Hmmn?" he murmured into her ear, trying ever so carefully to stay away from her neck.
"Don't stop." She moaned. "Please."
Vegeta smirked and kissed her deeply, his tongue assaulting her mouth almost viciously as he began to rub between her legs a little faster and with a little more pressure. He knew she had to be close, her breathing was erratic and she was starting to tremble more. He hoped she was because if it was too much longer, he would rip off her pants and bury himself inside her.
Sure enough, she yelped at her release, he crashed his lips harshly on to hers and kissed her; letting her moan into his mouth as he continued to slowly massage between her legs. He kissed her until she stopped trembling and removed his hand from her pants. He looked down at her as she tried to catch her breath.
She looked back up at him and couldn't help but notice how pleased with himself he looked. "That. That was my first orgasm." She said in wonder, mostly to herself. "Ever."
"Good." He replied still looking smug. He was glad he had been the only one to give her that kind of pleasure. He kissed her chastely on the lips and rolled off her and attempted to pull her into his arms.
"What now?" she asked, unsure of his actions.
"Sleep." He said.
"Sleep? After that?" she asked in shock. "How can I possibly sleep after that?"
"I don't know, Woman. I always manage to somehow." He said with an evil smirk.
She smacked him on the shoulder. "You ass!"
"I told you Woman. Payback." He chuckled. He was very pleased with himself. He had gone much further than he had originally intended with her, but he was glad he had been able to do this for her without losing his self control. Although, it was extremely difficult and he wanted nothing more than to finish what he had just started. Tomorrow. He told himself. Tomorrow night after her performance, he would take her out of the palace and someplace special. Then she would be his. All the complications from tonight just confirmed it to him; he could not wait any longer. They needed to bond. He would find a way to keep her safe afterwords.
"That's not fair though! I never touch you." She argued.
"True. But the effect is still the same. You're hot and bothered for more. Nearly every night, I am hot and bothered for much more and I still manage to sleep. You still got the better end of the stick tonight, Woman."
"Well, let me remedy that for you, oh dear Prince." She said suggestively.
"Vulgar Woman." He growled and grabbed her into his arms holding her tightly so she couldn't move.
"Let me go!" she whined.
"Woman. Sleep." He growled at her. "That was just a preview. In a few days, don't worry." He whispered into her ear.
"A few days? Vegeta, are we leaving?" She asked excitedly.
"Sleep." He commanded.
"I can't possibly sleep now! What happens in a few days? Like, what changed?" she asked, so excited. If he meant what she thought he'd meant, that means they'd be like married. She could barely contain herself!
"It doesn't matter. You'll find out soon enough. I will explain everything. But for god's sake, please get some sleep."
Bulma turned around, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and settled into his arms. There was no way she'd be able to fall asleep anytime soon, but she could think about what she should wear and all that stuff.
Vegeta sighed. He knew he shouldn't have said anything to her. He could feel her nearly hyperventilating from joy. He was glad she felt that way. He was happy too. Good thing I had said a few days and not tomorrow. He thought to himself. He had lots to do tomorrow and plenty to arrange. He didn't know how much time they had, so he wanted to make it as special as he possibly could for her without, of course, demeaning himself too much.
Songs used: Candyman- Christina Aguillera, Back to Basics album. But I am a Good Girl- Christina Aguillera, Burlesque sound track. Nasty, naughty boy- Christina Aguillera, Back to Basics album. Dirrty- Christina Aguillera, Stripped album. Vanity- Christina Aguillera, Bionic album. I did not write any of these songs and own no rights and make no money. I just love them and found them to be amusing for the purpose of this story.
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