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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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Chapter List
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Chapter Four

Listening to: Jason Mraz: I Won’t Give Up (thank you preciousjade for giving me some inspirational music choices)

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Nine o’clock, huh? Finding his home wouldn’t be that hard…thank god he lived outside of the city…

Bulma’s mind raced as she finished combing her fingertips through her hair, picking up small strands and curling it with her curler. She spritzed herself with some hairspray and slipped on a pair of plain flip flops. She collected a bag and put a pair of sassy pumps within one of her large Prada bags and laid it upon her hard wood floor.

Bulma smoothed the purple top over her flat stomach and straightened the knee high black designer skirt. She knew she had to be presentable for dinner, but that wasn’t the reason why she wanted to look her best.

She stood in front of her full length mirror and turned sideways looking at her figure. Then she turned so she could see her rear end in the mirror, sliding her hands over her rounded backside and slowly let out a huff.

“No good, I need a different shirt…” Bulma whispered and ran into her bedroom and began ruffling through hundreds of clothing pieces in her walk in closet. She grabbed a flesh colored bodycon tank from her weekend shopping at Armani and decided it would look best with her black skirt knee high skirt. She walked over to the mirror and zipped up the zipper placed on the front of the shirt and smoothed her hands over her breasts and stomach. She nodded and then quickly made her way to her jewelry box. She put on a pair of simple studded diamond earrings and slipped a flesh and peach striped scarf around her neck, tying it perfectly.

Bulma walked into her kitchen and gripped a substitute purse in her hand and placed it delicately over her shoulder. She glanced up at the clock seeing the time was 6:23pm. She was right on time. If she was late she was sure she would be interrogated by her mother. She wanted to steer her away from suspicion the best she could tonight since there was another…errand she had to attend to.

Bulma gripped her Prada bag in one hand and placed it by her door and then placed the small purse upon the counter top and narrowed her eyes as her home phone rang. She sighed softly and moved around the counter to the phone, which was placed upon the wall. She glanced at the small screen and the number was not one she recognized. After four rings, Bulma finally gave in an answered in a rude tone, not in the mood to deal with telemarketers.

“Yes?” Bulma answered, resting the phone upon her shoulder and leaned a hip against the counter.

“I am glad I was given the right number…” a silk deep voice through the speaker, causing Bulma’s eyes to widen.

“How did you get this number, Vegeta?” Bulma gripped the phone with both hands and spoke quietly against the plastic speaker.

“One of the secretaries was quite easy to convince. I merely stated I was a business partner and needed your number because your phone was off. There really was no questions asked you should be more careful with that…” he teased, causing her upper lip to twitch, but she forced away the grin, “Speaking of your phone. I have your cell phone along with a purse, I think that fiancé of yours has been calling all evening, Yamcha right?” he said, most likely playing with her phone as they spoke.

“Don’t you dare answer it you idiot, I am serious!” Bulma started to raise her voice and placed a hand upon her hip as she began to pace her kitchen floor.

“Relax woman, do you think I am honestly that stupid? I mean if I wanted to get you into some trouble I am sure I could answer the phone, but my intensions are quite different. I just wanted to call and make sure you weren’t going to blow me off,” his tone lowered, which caused shivers to travel the length of her body.

Bulma immediately crossed an arm over her chest and gripped the one propping up the phone, “I am coming, but I have a dinner date with my family at seven. I am not sure how long my mother will make me stay, but she invited Yamcha so that is probably why he is calling me.” She said as she lifted her small hand and tapped her fingertips upon the skin of her forehead.

“Nine o’clock at my place, woman, you will be there. Do you know where I live?” he asked sighing into the phone.

“Yes, I know where you live. I will try to be there at nine that is if I can get out with no questions asked.” Bulma admitted, now toying with her hair.

“I am sure you will think of something, woman.” He chuckled and then paused, which none of them said a word until finally she heard him inhale softly, “don’t be late….” He said and then just hung up on her.

Bulma pulled the phone away hearing the line go dead and frowned, “Jack ass.” She whispered and lifted her eyes to the clock. Time to go or she would never hear the end of it.

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The sun was gleaming down the major road ways of the city and the traffic had died down considerably. Bulma reached up and brushed some of her windblown hair from her eyes as she looked down the pathway that led to her parent’s home in the city. She honestly didn’t understand why they had to pick a plot that was in city limits. The car horns were obnoxious, the city people were rude and loud, and it was just too fast paced for a home such as this to be here anyway.

Her mother loved the city. There was plenty of shopping and fine dining to keep her selfish personality at bay. Bulma walked up to the front door and typed in a key code before opening the door and looking around the spacious entrance.

“Hello…I am here!” she called, hearing a soft echo as she walked in.

“Hello Miss. Briefs I am so glad you are here, your mother has been rushing around because no one could get ahold of you.” One of the maids said as she took her purse and handbag.

“Hello Bess,” she said to the older woman before turning her gaze down the long hallway.

“I will put these away for you, alright? Your mother is in the dining room, but be warned she is definitely in one of her moods.” The older woman chuckled and hurried off.

Bulma snapped her gaze back to household employee and sighed softly, “Thank you for the warning.”

When isn’t she in one of her moods?

She straightened her attire and pulled the scarf making it fit looser around her neck. Slowly she walked to the dining room and paused just before the entrance. She stepped in to see her father and Yamcha conversing by the alcohol tray her father always had to have around. They both had crystal glasses with their choice and immediately Bulma wanted to dash from the room.

“Bulma, there you are! Why didn’t you answer your phone? I have been so worried.” Mrs. Briefs said as she rushed to her side, clicking heels and all.

“Mother, will you stop being so dramatic. I am a grown woman. I was busy getting ready. You knew I was coming at seven. I think if I was late and still didn’t answer, then you should worry, but I am here.” Bulma gripped her mother’s shoulders and then walked past her.

Bulma saw Yamcha rounding the table from the corner of her eyes, which immediately caused her to tense.

“There you are my love; I have missed you so much.” Yamcha said as he moved in from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His lips were at her ear in a matter of seconds, “When can I come home?” he breathed.

Bulma shrugged him off, but replaced the hidden look of disgust with a fake smile, “It may be soon, but I have been planning a lot. I just don’t want you to see anything. I want it to be a surprise.” She reached out to pat his chest as she shifted out of his arms, trying her best to get away.

“Oh I see, well I think you and I need to go to our favorite restaurant this week. I think we need to speak about the wedding together because it is our wedding, my love.” He chuckled and took a seat next to Bulma.

Mrs. Briefs sat at one end of the table, while her husband sat at the other end. Dr. Briefs shifted his tired eyes toward his daughter and took a drink of his beverage before speaking, “So, tell me when you plan on getting married Bulma. I think this poor boy is starting to lose hope.” He leaned in a raised one of his thick gray eyebrows.

Bulma looked down at the salad plate that was placed in front of her and began to shift the greens carefully around, “I believe mother said it would be in two months. I was thinking the 20th, which will fall on a weekend. I know she is trying to get most of the big stuff taken care of.” She said as she placed a green leaf into her mouth, chewing and swallowing quickly.

“Ah very good, I was getting worried about you two.” Dr. Briefs said in a monotone, but then offered a smile to Yamcha, “He is a good man, Bulma. Together you will run this company just the way I see it being run in the future.”

Bulma rolled her eyes, “Yeah…”

“Bulma, did you mother tell you I was at the office to pick you up for a surprise lunch today?” her fiancé asked.

Bulma choked slightly and then took a drink of water, “Um, yes she did. I wanted to get a sandwich from my favorite store downtown. Sorry I wasn’t available. Next time?” she gave him a kind smile.

“Of course, I should have called, but I wanted to surprise you with a visit since we hadn’t seen much of each other lately.” Yamcha said lifting his eyes to watch her carefully.

Mrs. Briefs was chewing slowly and watching the way both of them acted around one another, so finally she reached up both hands and clapped to change the topic, “I hope you enjoy dinner tonight, it is Yamcha’s favorite.” She chuckled and raised her wine glass toward him.

Yamcha forced a smile on his lips and also raised his glass before taking a drink. His dark eyes shifted back to Bulma who was once again sitting quietly with pursed lips.

Dinner went by very slow and barely any words were exchanged. The tension in the room was great and seemed to be getting to Bulma’s mother. After the servants picked up the plates and everyone was finished with their meal they moved to a different room for some drinks. Bulma leaned against one of the oak table tops near a wall of built in bookshelves. She was quiet and still hadn’t spoken. Her eyes kept shifting to the clock. It was nearly 7:50pm. Yamcha slowly walked over to his fiancé and moved in closer as her parents were preparing some drinks.

“What is going on with you? Do you have somewhere to be?” he asked slipping a hand around his waist.

Bulma’s eyes slowly lifted, even though she was almost losing it inside, “No, I am just not one for family gatherings like this.” Bulma said softly, hoping her mother wouldn’t hear.

He slipped a hand lower, caressing over the fabric covering her rounded rear end and gripped it playfully, “Stop it…” she whispered harshly, shooting him an annoyed glare.

“You haven’t seen me in a good week and you don’t want me touching you now?” he asked narrowing his eyes.

“It’s…it’s not that, I just had a bad day at the office,” she lied pushing him away.

“I miss you, I just want some…alone time with my fiancé.” He whispered to her leaning in and flashed her a desire filled look, which she knew all too well.

Bulma turned her head and took a deep breath, “Soon, but right now I am just really stressing about work and the wedding, please understand.” Bulma said as she forced herself to turn and run her hands up his chest, leaning in to kiss his cheek softly, “I am sorry, I love you.” She whispered yet another lie near his ear.

He pulled back and his facial feature lightened hearing her soft intimate words, “I am sorry if I am being pushy, I love you too.” He whispered placing a kiss upon her lips, which Bulma ended quickly.

“Thank you for understanding.” Bulma said softly and turned her blue gaze back to her mother, who was making her way toward her daughter with a glass of wine.

She got him off her back for a little while with the love words, which was how she was able to get him to melt in her hand most of the time. It didn’t last too long and each time she tried that technic the shorter the time was for him to come crying again, complaining about her lack of emotional attachment. Damn it, she hated every single moment of this. She hated how needy he was. At times she felt bad because he truly was a good guy. He had a kind heart and he deserved someone to love him in return, not a fake love like the one she was giving him.

“Let’s toast to the happy couple and my future son in law.” Mrs. Briefs giggled and the group clinked glasses. Bulma downed the entire glass and was already pouring another.

“I welcome you fully to the family, son. Bulma will realize in time how lucky she is to have a man like you. I know my wife did.” He winked and gave Yamcha a hard pat on the back.

Bulma sighed and pretended not to hear their obnoxious words. Her father was usually quiet, but it seemed that he and Yamcha were having a male bonding moment, which she didn’t mind because it allowed her to be by herself. After her second glass of wine, Bulma began to feel a wave of warmth fill her body completely. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were becoming glazed. It had been a while since she had really drunk more than one glass that she could definitely tell. When was the last time? Six months ago?

“I am so glad you came.” Mrs. Briefs smiled as she stood next to her daughter, gaining the blue haired woman’s attention from pouring herself a third glass of wine.

Bulma looked up with a surprised look on her face, which immediately turned to confusion, “Um, I was forced to come. I really didn’t want to come if you want to know the honest truth.” Bulma’s free words flew from her lips, which shocked her mother. Oh yes, alcohol really allowed her to express herself at times, that was why she didn’t drink that often anymore.

“Well, don’t hold back your true thoughts dear,” the blonde woman said sarcastically and let out a nervous laugh and began running her hands through her hair.

“Alright then, well first of all I told you I don’t want to get married right…” Bulma was then immediately yanked away from the sitting room to the hallway by her mother before the words could make it out.

Both of the men turned and shot the women curious looks.

“We will be right back!” the older woman chuckled and hurried with her daughter out of the room, “Are you crazy, if you say that in front of your father you will…” she gasped feeling a finger poke into her chest.

“You know what mother, I am sick of all yours and daddy’s shit. You irritate me most of all, because all you ever speak about is the wedding. Have you ever wondered what my fucking feelings were in all of this? Everyone is so worried about Yamcha. He isn’t your real son, I am your daughter! Did you forget who your blooded daughter is, mother? Or are you too worried about your damn money that you can’t see anything else? God you make me sick, I am leaving.” Bulma sighed and tilted her wine glass back, emptying before slamming it to the marble floor, causing it to shatter into tiny pieces.

“Bulma Briefs…you….you get back here…this moment…” the older woman placed her hands upon her hips and watched her daughter stumble away.

Bulma flipped up her hand and gave her mother the middle finger, “Bess, I need my purse.” She shouted.

Mrs. Briefs gasped and turned around to hurry back into the sitting room while shouting out profanities.

“Are you alright, Miss?” The old woman asked offering her the bags and looking her over carefully and then slowly shifted her eyes to the broken glass covering the floor.

Bulma followed the old woman’s gaze after gripping the bags and let out a soft chuckle, “Oh yes, sorry about that.” She said as she patted the woman on the shoulder and hurried to the exit. She made it to the road and motioned for a taxi. The taxi driver quickly stopped near the curb. She slowly got into the back of the car and she spoke the directions quickly as she fumbled for her seat belt.

Her blue eyes shifted to the front door of her parent’s home to see Mrs. Briefs standing in the doorway and Yamcha running down the small steps.

“Bulma, where are you going?” Yamcha came rushing from the house.

“Hurry, go!” Bulma said slapping the back of the man’s seat.

The taxi driver stepped on the gas pedal and they were off, leaving the intensely lit city to a suburb just forty minutes from town.

oOo

They pulled into the driveway of Vegeta’s home, which was brightly lit with outside laps and illuminating with internal lighting. She couldn’t see him walking around inside just yet. Her blue eyes narrowed as she leaned over the seat.

Bulma then gripped the door and pushed it open.

“Damn lady, I haven’t even stopped yet. Do you mind waiting?” he slammed on the breaks, which almost knocked Bulma onto her rear end.

“Here, thank you.” Bulma whispered softly and threw a couple bills at him.

The drive quickly peeled off leaving Bulma standing in the driveway in front of Vegeta Ouji’s home. She slowly walked up the driveway and ran a hand through her now flat hair. Bulma was completely buzzed and no sign of nervousness showed in her outward appearance. Thank goodness for alcohol. It sure gave her a lot of confidence. Bulma took in a deep breath and pulled the straps higher on her shoulders as she made her way to the steps of the home and reached in to knock.

Bulma looked down to see a brightly lit door bell and pushed it quickly. In the small window near the door she saw movement and after a moment the door was unlocked and Vegeta was standing in the door way in a pair of boxers and a tight fitting white tee.

Bulma ran her fingers through her hair and offered him a smile, “Hi…” she whispered.

Vegeta took in her appearance and then offered her a grin, “Hi…” he responded.

“Sorry I am late, I had some…trouble.” She said in an annoyed tone.

“Fiancé troubles?” he asked cocking a dark brow.

“No, mother problems…I don’t really want to talk about my family or my fiancé. I just want to…relax.” She whispered running a hand over her face as she made her way into the foyer.

“Very well…” he chuckled and started to walk toward his kitchen.

“Can I leave these here?” Bulma asked wondering where she should place them; even though the home was massive so it really shouldn’t have been that difficult.

“Anywhere is fine. No one is here except you and I, so don’t worry about anyone seeing it or taking it.” He waited for her to walk with him down the hall, “I ordered pizza. There is some left. Do you want some?” Vegeta asked as he made his way around the table and placed his large hand upon the counter top.

“Um, sure I am starving!” Bulma smiled and took a piece as she hopped up on the counter top and took a large bite.

“I have some wine too if you would like some, but I smell you have already had a few glasses, hm?” he smiled seeing a bright blush form on her cheeks.

“Um, sure and yes I had a couple glasses during dinner.” She took another bite of pizza.

“That’s right you had dinner, and now you are eating pizza?” Vegeta shot over his shoulder as he popped the cork and poured two glasses of wine.

“Yep I am eating pizza. I barely ate any dinner.” She explained with a mouth full of food.

“How many glasses did you have?” Vegeta asked as he offered her the glass.

Bulma swallowed the last bite and took the glass, “Three that is why I am like this because wine makes me loopy. Wine also makes me horny, but that is beside the point.” Bulma chuckled and took a drink of her newly poured glass of wine.

“Oh really?” Vegeta couldn’t help but hide a grin as he walked closer to her, “By all means have all the wine you want.” He placed his hands on the counter top, trapping her body between his arms.

Bulma leaned back and took a drink, giving him a flirty look, “Hold it there, bud. What kind of a girl do you take me for?” Bulma teased and finished off the glass offering it to him.

Vegeta reached over for his own glass and took a large drink and let his eyes roam her upper body down to her slightly parted thighs. Bulma’s eyes grew heavy seeing him look upon her in such a way. Quickly she raised a bare foot and poked his belly with her toe, moving him from her body.

“Show me your home…” she said softly as she hopped down from the counter and snatched the wine bottle.

Vegeta raised a brow and chuckled, “Alright then, this way.” He took her through his home.

He showed her his indoor pool, which had a Jacuzzi built just outside on the wrap around deck. There was a massive dining area, which had been decorated to perfection most likely by Maron. He had his own gym and a large movie center, which really got Bulma’s attention because he had tons of candy options and the perfect chairs. She was really contemplating getting a home and building one of these within it.

They finally made their way to the second floor. The layout of the home very widely spread on the lower level, but the upper level wasn’t nearly impressive, but beautiful none the less. She stepped into his bed room, which had a large king size bed with black silk comforters and silken sheets. The oak headboard that extravagantly crafted and the detail impressed her very much. Bulma leaned in to touch the work and glanced over her shoulder.

“You really have done a lot with this home.” She raised her blue eyebrow and then chuckled.

“Yes, I wanted the best of everything. When you have the money to do it sometimes you can get a little carried away.” He said as he lounged against the bed, watching her like a predator watches his prey.

Bulma shot him a seductive glance over her shoulder as she moved to the closet, swaying her rounded hips in the process, “It isn’t nice to stare. Didn’t anyone ever teach you that?”

Vegeta huffed and sat up on the edge of the bed, “That is Maron’s closet.” He ran a hand through his onyx locks.

“Oh really, let’s have a look, huh.” Bulma opened the door and flicked on the light. Her eyes widened and she couldn’t help but allow a chuckle to escape her lips, “Wow, this is like a room inside of a bedroom.” She shook her head and caressed over all the shoes and clothing.

Vegeta sat quietly listening to her rummage through his wife’s clothing. The sound of boxes falling caught his attention, “Woman, don’t mess anything up. She will kill me if anything is out of place.” He called gruffly.

“Sorry, I almost dropped my wine bottle.” She chuckled obnoxiously.

Bulma had almost finished a whole bottle of wine by herself and to his surprises she seemed to be holding her own alright, except for a few missed steps, a couple stumbles, and trashing his wives closet.

Bulma came running out of the closet with a short red dress, “Oh, this is nice. What do you think?”

“Try it on…” he said leaning back on the bed to watch her giddy expressions. He shook his head and grinned, “Women…”

“Are you sure…alright then,” she said as she placed the dress on the ground and unzipped her top stripping it from her flesh.

She had a black lace bra on, which hugged her well-shaped breasts wonderfully. Vegeta’s eyes narrowed some as he drank in her appearance. Bulma reached to the side and unzipped her skirt. She wiggled her hips, allowing the material to slip down her shapely thighs.

Vegeta felt his groin tighten at the sight. His nostrils flared and as he situated himself on top of the sheets. Her matching lace panties were almost completely see-through. Bulma reached down and ran her fingers under the straps of her panties, situating the straps on her hips. She slowly turned and leaned over, offering him a view of her backside, which was completely visible to his wandering eyes. She was wearing a thong, which caused him to inhale softly. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. The length inside his boxer shorts was slowly coming to life. Vegeta placed a hand upon the front of them and gripped himself through the material, trying to force himself down. He closed his eyes and took in a slow breath.

Bulma slipped the red dress up and over her body, completely hiding her bare backside from his intense gaze. She turned around and slipped the thin straps over her shoulder.

“Vegeta…” she whispered and stumbled toward him. She smiled seductively at him allowing her tongue to caress her lower lip.

His eyes slowly opened seeing her standing in front of him. The material was loose near the upper half and without another word she turned around, showing off her bare back and smiled over her shoulder, “Zip me up…”

Vegeta pushed up slowly and traced his fingertips over the soft flesh of her back. He grinned seeing her body tense up. She sucked in a soft breath in the process. He stood up slowly and gripped the small zipper and drew it up her back. He leaned in and let his breath caress over the flesh of her exposed shoulder.

“There…” he said in his deep voice.

“Thank-you, how do I look?” she turned in a slow circle presenting her body to him.

“It looks good on you, but I think I prefer you in your bra and panties.” He admitting, reaching out to trace the swell of her breast.

Bulma chuckled and leaned into him, tracing a fumbling hand over the hard muscles of his stomach. She heard his breath speed up as she changed directions, tracing the edge of his boxers and lowering to the outline of his manhood.

“Do you want me?” she whispered almost breathlessly near his ear.

“Bulma…you know…” he gripped her hand and pushed it closer to his hardening manhood.

“I want you too…” she said let out a soft groan and slowly closed her glazed eyes.

He pulled her body close and brushed his mouth against her parted lips, which she rewarded him with a frustrated moan.

She began to stroke him through the thin material of his boxers. He hissed softly in her ear and pulled her toward him as he sat against the bed. His hands immediately gripped her rounded hips and yanked her to his lap. His hands slid over her rounded back end and gripped the flesh tightly, causing her body to arch into him.

Bulma leaned in breathlessly and pressed her lips to his mouth once again, allowing her tongue to caress against his.

He moaned into her mouth, loving her sweet kisses. Her hands were roaming over his chest as she sat in his lap. Her long legs parted over his hips and immediately felt her covered core brush against his rock hard erection. She gasped upon contact and instantly began to rock her hips back and forth over him, creating a delicious friction.

Bulma gasped against his neck, laying her cheek upon his shoulder. His calloused hand slid up her silky thigh and slowly made its way to her inner thigh. Vegeta let out a low growl and flipped her on her back against the silken comforter. Bulma gasped and chuckled with her eyes closed. Her knees tightly clamped shut as she felt Maron’s dress rise up her hips, exposing her panties.

Vegeta leaned in and yanked her leg apart, getting a full view of her panties. The thin material allowed him to see the small cleft of her nether lips, which they were bare. He growled and traced over the material with his finger-tips, causing her hips to buck up. His eyes grew dark with passion and he lifted them to see Bulma’s pleasure contorted facial expressions.

“Your wet…” he growled, leaning in to nip the swells of her breasts, which were pushing up as she arched her back.

“Vegeta…” she whimpered allowing her legs to fall limply to the sides. His thick fingers circled over the small bundle at her core, which was the source of her pleasure causing her to gasp out and her fingers to grip in her blue hair.

“What…?” Vegeta said as he lifted his gaze to see her face completely relax after a moment of silence. His fingers slowly traced to the edge of her panties and began to slowly draw them away to expose her glistening core to his hungry eyes. He pulled back, allowing the material to snap back into place.

“Bulma?” he called letting a hand slide up the front of her, but he paused as he grew closer.

The soft sounds of her snores reached his ears. She had fallen asleep. Vegeta sighed and placed his head against her slowly rising chest.

“Damn…” he growled as he rolled to the side, feeling the dull throb in his boxers.

He knew it was for the best, he didn’t realize she had drunk herself to go to sleep. He willed his body to relax and then tucked her under the blankets, allowing her to sleep in his bed.

Vegeta stood and glared down at the massive tent in his boxers. They question was how in the hell was he going to get rid of this. He growled and walked to the bathroom.

“Damn you woman…”

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