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

Chapter 3

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

Author’s Note: Thank you for all the kind reviews. I also wish to thank all the favorites and alerts that were added. It truly inspires me to write more. I do this for my readers.

Listening to: Oh What a Night by: Four Seasons

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"First I wish to apologize for my rude behavior the other day. Secondly, the answer is…no," she said softly, gripping the strap of her purse.

"What?" his eyebrows knitted together slightly.

"You asked for an answer and I have given it to you…" she said softly, "That answer is, no, I do not love him."

Vegeta backed up and sat at the edge of his desk. His eyes regarded her quickly. Her hair was straight and just about shoulder length and the dress she wore was not too tight, but was enough to define the soft curves of her body. He blinked a few times and gripped the edge of his desk a little tighter.

“This is why you have come? To tell me you didn’t love your fiancé?” Vegeta replied in a bland tone, which caused Bulma’s cheeks to instantly turn a shade of pink.

“I-I…well I guess so. But I also came to apologize, which I just did. I felt terrible for how I treated you at the coffee shop. It was uncalled for.” Bulma gripped her purse and bounced a little in her stationary position. She began to chuckle and placed a hand over her face, “It was really silly to come here, wasn’t it?” Bulma felt tears of embarrassment well in her eyes seeing he wasn’t responding, and only offered her an annoyed glance.

“I’m sorry, I should be leaving…” Bulma turned and rushed to the door. She gripped the handle and quickly disappeared.

Vegeta heard the soft click of the door and slowly stood up, making his way around the table. He slowly lowered himself into his large office chair and leaned back. Vegeta slowly turned the chair to get a good view of the city. His dark eyes shifted slowly, watching the traffic from the top floor and allowing his thoughts to take him.

What happened to them? They had been so good at one time…

Six years is a long time…

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Vegeta sat just outside his parked car near the lake. The sounds of the crickets and frogs echoed across the small body of water, which sounded to him like they were creating some sort of music. He lifted his wrist to check the time. It was already 9:10pm. The woman was late once again. Vegeta grinned and straightened his back, leaning his forearms upon his knees.

Finally here, hm?

He grinned hearing her soft footsteps from behind. He couldn’t help but find it entertaining each time she tried to sneak up on him, but he allowed her each and every time. Just then he felt a pair of cool hands slip over his eyes and her legs press against his back. Her soft tendrils of hair caressed the back of his neck as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his ear.

“Give me your money…” she replied in forced deep voice, only to begin to chuckle just moments after.

“Woman…you are late…” he growled softly and then felt her soft finger tips slide from his face, offering him a sweet smile.

“Oh, stop being sassy. I had to finish my homework. I have been putting it off, and I didn’t want to be interrupted while I was with you. I think you can understand, Mr. Ouji.” She let out a squeal of excitement when he completely took her legs out from under her and swung her body around so she was lying between his thighs.

Bulma leaned back and lifted her gaze up to meet his mesmerizingly dark eyes, “What would your father say if he knew who you had been spending every moment with these past few months?” she chuckled softly.

Vegeta leaned back, gripping the soft blades of grass between his fingers as he looked to the sky, “He would most likely threat me,” he huffed and shook his head, “He is a controlling old man, but he cannot tell me how to live my life, or who I can and cannot see. He needs me and he knows it.” He replied, which caused a smile to grace Bulma’s pink lips.

“I wish I could say the same. I don’t want to upset my father. I know what he is capable of doing.” Bulma snuggled close to his extended thigh.

“You can’t let them run your life. Being an heiress doesn’t make you a slave to your family. There are always ways around it.” Vegeta reached down, to brush his rough finger tips over her exposed neck, creating tingles to ripple throughout her body. Bulma closed her eyes and sighed softly, arching her back.

Vegeta gripped her arm and yanked her body up; laying her over his chest so she was able to look down at his face. His fingers gripped tightly in her blue locks of hair, allowing his thumb to caress over her jawline, “What if your father asked you to stop seeing me?” Bulma finally whispered watching his dark features tighten, as if he were having a hard time responding.

“I would tell him to fuck off,” Vegeta chuckled, gripping the back of her neck tighter and capturing her lips in a smoldering kiss.

Bulma moaned against his lips, grinding herself against him, “What would you do if your family asked you to never see me again?” Vegeta raised a dark eyebrow, stripping his features completely of emotion.

“I would tell them…I am sorry, but he is just far too amusing for me to let go.” Bulma smiled sweetly leaning down to kiss him, running her spanning hands over the lean muscles of his chest.

Vegeta moaned against her ear, “I want you woman….” He growled and nipped her earlobe.

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Vegeta blinked shaking the memory. He wanted her that night, but she wouldn’t let him have her. She didn’t let him have her until the night of her birthday, and it was worth the wait. He couldn’t help but grin at the memory.

He missed her…

His features darkened as he remembered more. That night she had said she would never let her family get between them. How wrong she was.

He pursed his lips tightly together and pushed up from his chair, leaning over his desk and gripped the phone, dialing a few digits to get the secretary on the main floor.

“Tell me, is Miss. Briefs on the main floor? Small woman, blue hair…” he leaned into the table with his ear pressed tightly to the speaker of the phone.

“Um, yes sir…she just made her way out the front…” the woman was immediately cut off.

“Stop her, go after her now!” He yelled into the phone. His eyes shifted, listening to the shouts of the Ouji Corp secretary.

He rubbing his face with his hand and angrily shoved the phone back into place, hanging up on the girl. He made his way to his office door and jogged to the elevator, hoping the girl was able to get to her in time.

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“Miss. Briefs, Miss Briefs please stop!” a small woman caught her attention, which Bulma turned to see her running toward her in high heels and nearly falling in the process to catch up with her.

Bulma paused and clutched the purse tightly to her side, letting her eyes shift around seeing the passerby’s stare her done. She was rather embarrassed being called out in public like this, so to keep the girl’s voice down she slowly made her way toward her. She waved and smiled, letting her know she saw her.

“I’m sorry, what is it you need?” Bulma looked the girl over quickly noticing she was gasping for breath. The girl had her hands on her knees and finally after catching her breath she noticed that she was nearly a block away from Ouji Corp, “Did you just run a block in heels?” Bulma covered her mouth casually, trying to hide the grin underneath it.

“Mr. Ou…Mr. Ouji…told me…to find you…so…I did.” She said breathlessly, keeping her eyes upon the blue haired woman before her.

“Um, I am not sure if that is such a great idea.” Bulma ran a hand through her hair, pulling her bangs from her eyes.

“Oh please, he will be so angry if I come back empty handed. You don’t have to stay long. But please I beg you to at least tell him to his face.” The girl stumbled a bit on her heels, finally getting control of her wobbling ankles and standing straight as the crowds of people roughly walked past them, shooting annoyed glances.

“Fine, let’s not keep him waiting. Can you walk?” she asked grabbing the girl by the arm and helped her back toward the large skyscraper, “You know running it heels isn’t that smart. You are going to have terrible blisters.” Bulma chuckled softly.

The girl chuckled and nodded, “Well, Mr. Ouji practically yelled at me through the phone to get you…” she took in a deep breath, running a hand through her windblown hair.

Bulma blinked a few times, causing her eyes to narrow in confusion. If he wanted her to come back, why did it take him to long? She didn’t answer the girl, just kept to herself the short walk back to the building only to have him waiting by the front entrance watching them enter.

As they made their way through the front doors, Vegeta turned and started to walk toward the elevator with his hands buried deep in his pockets. He didn’t glance over his shoulder at her, nor did he speak to her. Bulma knew he wanted her here, so the only thing she figured was to follow him. Most likely to keep from gaining unwanted attention.

Bulma swallowed hard and slowly made her way in the direction he had walking in and followed him to the elevators. He allowed a few of his employee’s to enter an empty elevator and waited for the other doors to open on the opposite side, so they may enter it alone. He took a large step, entering and allowing Bulma to follow. The doors slid shut and more silence followed.

Bulma cleared her throat and gave him a side glance chew her lower lip nervously. Surely he didn’t mean to call her back just to stand in silence.

“You call me back here just to stand in silence and stare?” she asked, growing rather irritated.

“Hm…” he grunted, keeping his hands in his pockets and stepping out of the elevator as soon as they arrived at their destination.

“Well?” Bulma asked following him to his office. He opened the door and held out a hand, allowing her to enter first. Bulma stepped in, taking in the atmosphere once again before turning and throwing her arms up. Vegeta quickly locked the door as he took a few steps in.

“What do you want, Vegeta?” she asked seeing his dark eyes shifting over her petit frame.

“Is this a game to you, because to be quite honest I am getting a little pissed off? I am technically supposed to be on lunch, and I am due back right now.” Bulma shifted her eyes to her wrist watch nervously. Her blue eyes lifted up momentarily to see his blank expression.

“Damn it Vegeta, I already apologized to you once and I am not explaining to you why I came. I don’t even know why I am here right now.” She placed her hands upon her hips, “You know what? This was a bad idea…I am leaving.” Bulma took a step forward moving around him.

Bulma gasped seeing his quick movements at the corner of her eye. His arm shot out a hand as she walked past to grip her wrist tightly. His body moved with hers forcing her roughly against the wall. Vegeta’s mouth was just inches from hers, allowing her to feel his warm breath caress over her flesh.

“You’re not going anywhere…” he breathed lifting one hand upward so it could glide over the flesh of her neck, gripping her throat softly. He carefully placed a hand upon her hip, pressing it to the wall tightly.

“Vegeta…” she whispered, feeling her eyes widen as his other hand caressed down further and gripped the hem of her dress, hitching it up so his hand could roam over the silky flesh of her tightly clamped thighs.

“What are you doing?” she whispered feeling his lips brush over hers, gasping as the tip of his moist tongue briefly swiped out to taste her lower lip. A low rumble in his throat caused Bulma to whimper softly.

“You know you want this just as much as I do…” Vegeta shifted his face to whisper harshly into her ear, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you since the day at the restaurant…I don’t know what sparked my interest…” he admitted and then used his knee to part her thighs, allowing his fingers to slide up between them, caressing over the cotton fabric of her panties.

“Vegeta…you can’t…we can’t. I am going to be married….your…” she felt her words completely lost as he pressed his heated mouth against her swollen lips, causing her to arch up against him.

Bulma…what are you doing?

“Married…I know, but like we both admitted something, remember? We don’t love our significant others. Why can’t we at least enjoy this moment…enjoy a moment we actually want to happen. Don’t tell me you don’t want me woman….” He growled, ravaging her exposed throat.

Bulma’s hand’s immediately gripping his ebony locks of hair, “It is wrong…” she said softly, thrusting her hips up against his finger that were running over her blooming core, which was unfortunately covered by a thin piece of material.

“Mm, but it could feel so right if you allow it…” he pulled her panties aside, letting his fingertips caress over the swollen bud between her nether lips. Bulma panted for breath feeling her cheeks heat as her body was racked with pleasure.

Vegeta gripped her hair tightly in his fist, kissing her breathlessly. He quickly withdrew his fingers from her panties, which he was rewarded with a whimper of protest. He yanked her from the wall and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, and gripped her round butt in both palms as he made his way toward the desk. Bulma grunted as she felt her bottom being place upon the edge of the desk and leaned back, exposing her dampened panties to his hungry eyes. Her dress was hitched to her waist and her thighs parted. Her lower lip trembled as well as her long legs. She lifted her blue orbs to see his dark eyes filled with lust.

What was going on in his mind? Six years ago he wished to never see her again, and now he had her alone in his office and was about to have his way with her upon his desk. The scary thing was she was going to allow it. Bulma closed her eyes feeling his palms sliding over her parted thighs and gripping them tightly. The sound of his belt buckle was next, but she chose to just feel the sensations he was creating with those amazing hands of his.

The knob of the door rattled, which first gained her attention. Bulma’s eyes snapped open. Then a loud knock upon the door came, which gained both their attentions, “Damn it Vegeta, why are you locking your office door. Open up, I need to discuss some things with you.” His father growled and knocked even louder.

Bulma gasped and began to pant, yanking down her dress and trying to get up. Vegeta growled and situated himself in his pants, which would most likely be hard to hide. He gripped her arm and shook his head, placing his index finger over his lips, hushing her immediately.

“I’m coming; I didn’t even realize it was locked.” He rolled his eyes and straightened his dress shirt and tie. Vegeta made his way toward the closet and opened it, allowing Bulma to enter.

“Don’t move and don’t make a sound. I will get him out of here. Once I leave this office, leave as quickly as you can. Will you come to me?” he asked letting his eyes roam to her face and paused at her parted lips.

“Come to you? Where am I going?” Bulma whispered.

“To my home tonight…stay with me…” he gripped her upper arm tighter. His eyes softened some as he watched her eyes, which were filling with unreadable emotions.

“Vegeta, it isn’t a good idea…” she breathed pulling back into the darkness of the closet, wrapping her arms around her body.

“Woman…we need this, you need this.” He pleaded with her running his hand over her hair and gripping it, pulling her closer. His mouth caressed over hers, causing her eyes to close and her body to react just like I had in the past and just how it had just moments before.

“I don’t…” she whispered, opening her heavy eyes.

“Say yes…” he breathed.

“Vegeta…” she moaned as he gripped her chin.

“Woman…don’t make this hard.” He growled.

“Fine…I will come to you…” she closed her eyes.

“Be there at nine.” He said before closing the closet and peaking around the corner at the wiggling door knob.

Vegeta took in a deep breath, waltzing over to the door and opened it, “What do you want old man?” he growled.

His father raised a brow and walked in; glancing around his son’s office as if checking to make sure nothing was out of place. Better yet to make sure no one was in here with him. His eyes shifted to the small strap of a purse peaking from behind the desk. He turned his body slowly. Vegeta Sr. focused his line of vision on his son, who was standing behind him with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I have come to give you these; do you have a moment to look over them with me?” He asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Yes in a moment. I will meet you in your office. I was just about to check up on Maron. She was expecting a call from me.” Vegeta slipped around his father and started to walk slowly toward his desk.

Vegeta Sr. raised a brow and then nodded, “Very well. Don’t take too long. This has to be sent out today.” He slowly exited his son’s office, leaving his door wide open.

Vegeta lifted his eyes seeing the closet door open. He waved her out seeing his father open his own office door and close it behind him.

Bulma slipped from the closet and glanced over at him offering him a soft smile before slowly making her way toward the elevator and leaving his sight completely.

He sat back in his office chair a moment taking in all that just happened. He had completely taken advantage of the moment he had with her. What did she expect? She showed up in his life after six years and he was supposed to ignore her? Like hell he would just do that. Not to mention she showed interest in him as well, which added fuel to the fire. Damn it, why did he have to be married. He never thought he would ever see that woman, or have to deal with her again. Of course they both had their own problems, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t have some fun of their own.

Vegeta gripped a pen and clicked the top as he took slow deep breaths trying to contain himself. That woman was an enigma. She had completely turned his world upside down. The anger he felt toward her all those years ago had seem to have faded away. He was a grown man, a married man. Marrying was just for the sole purpose to heighten his reputation. Maron was an excellent lover, but a terrible wife and not someone he couldn’t spend time with without getting annoyed.

His father was very pleased when he decided to marry. He had been seeing Maron for a few years. In other words he had met her over the years on occasion just for the amazing sex. She had money, and he had money. His father liked that, and not to mention the positive publicity it had gained the company. He father extremely pleased with that. He was married and now all he had to worry about was getting his father off his back about children.

Children…

That topic was not something he ever liked to discuss with his father. Thankfully Maron was so wrapped up in her modeling career that she didn’t even think about it. The truth was he never wanted to have children. Even when he was young he could never picture himself as being a father figure. There was only one particular moment that he actually didn’t mind the thought of having kids with. Of course that time is gone and will never come again.

Bulma…

The woman’s flustered face passed through his mind, her flushed cheeks and her arching back, not to mention the feel of her heated core. She was the prefect image to him, but no longer available as anything else but a physical thing. She knew that and so did he, but why not have fun with it?

Vegeta stood up and walked toward his open office door. Glancing toward his father’s office and frowned.

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Bulma was breathing heavily as she walked quickly down the crowded sidewalk. She ran her hand over her blue locks, combing her fingers through it frantically; making sure every strand was in place.

Gods please make sure my father isn’t waiting for me…better yet, make sure no one bothers me at all…

Bulma’s thoughts were going wild as she finally made it to the front doors of Capsule Corporation.

“Welcome back Miss. Briefs.” A blond receptionist said happily.

“Thank you, Grace.” She offered her a smile and smoother her hands over her dress. Bulma paused a moment seeing something was missing. Her purse was not on her shoulder.

She slowly made a small circle reliving the passion filled moments in Vegeta’s office and felt the blood drain from her face. She had forgotten her purse in his office. Bulma cursed softly and sped up her pace toward the elevators.

Bulma bumped open her office door and flipped on the lights. She let out a loud scream seeing her mother sitting in one of the chairs placed in front of her desk.

“Damn it mother, what the hell are you doing?” she growled and stomped her foot.

“I should ask you the same.” Mrs. Briefs raised a blonde brow and took in her daughter’s appearance, “You know Yamcha stopped by. He wanted to take you to lunch, but I had to tell the poor boy you had already left. Why is he staying in his own apartments, Bulma?” the older woman asked and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and quickly lit one. Bulma eyed the smoldering tip and then crossed her arms over her chest.

“What happens between Yamcha and I is none of your concern, Mother.” Bulma snapped, flashing an angry expression in her mother’s direction.

“Of course it does. We are paying for the wedding you will be having in two month’s time, may I remind you.” Mrs. Briefs inhaled deeply and exhaled, creating a cloud of white smoke.

“I know mother. I figured that since I am planning a wedding, I don’t want him to see some of the private parts, like the dress and the flowers. I want him to be surprised.” Bulma lied and walked slowly to her desk.

“How sweet of you,” Mrs. Briefs smiled brightly, gripping a diet coke can upon Bulma’s desk and flicking the ashes over the opening, “Bulma…?” she asked softly.

“What mother…?” Bulma lifted her blue eyes to see her mother was standing and observing rather closely.

“You’re not having an affair are you?” she asked narrowing her eyes.

Bulma swallowed and shifted in her seat, “No, why do you ask? Am I not allowed to have my own time, or eat lunch alone? I think everyone is entitled to their own alone time.” Bulma kept her emotions masked.

“You are so right my sweet daughter, but I do have to warn you that if you screw this wedding up your father will be very unhappy.” Mrs. Briefs walked closer to her daughter’s desk and smoothed her hand over the unruly strands of hair upon the back of Bulma’s skull.

“You know what I found out the other day?” she said calmly.

Bulma shifted her head from her mother’s annoying pets and flipped through more paper work upon her desk, “What?”

“Did you know Vegeta Ouji was dining at the same restaurant we were, during the same time as we did a couple weeks ago. I happened to see it in the paper. Did you happen to see him dear?” Mrs. Briefs pried for information.

“No, I didn’t know. That is interesting, but lots of people dine at the same restaurants and at the same time. Didn’t you see all the people? He does live in the same city mother. What, are you worried I might try to rekindling something with him?” She glanced up at her mother, which the older woman quickly moved away, flashing an annoyed glance.

“Well, I will see you later darling. Tonight I am having a nice dinner prepared at the house. Be sure to stop by. Your father wishes to speak with you about the wedding.” Mrs. Briefs dropped the cigarette and stomped it out on Bulma’s carpet, “Be there at seven, alright Bulma dear. Oh and I have invited Yamcha.” She blew her daughter a kiss and exited, leaving Bulma completely fuming.

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This is a lot shorter than the others, but that is because I want to save the next parts for the next chapter.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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