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Chapter 1

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Winner At Night, Loser By Morning

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"Congratulations Goku!" Slurred Master Roshi as he clapped an arm over Goku's shoulders with a drunken laugh. The younger man joined in with his laughter, toasting their drinks in victory.

"Yes, congrats on winning the third Dragon Ball for your belt, honey." ChiChi gently praised, leaning to plant chaste kisses on his lips, said belt tilted halfway around her tiny hips. Three small golden orbs were nestled on the belt in circular slots that were arranged around the metal plate, each ball donning stars 1 through 3. "We know you've been working so hard to win this." She smiled, a bit tipsy herself.

"Aww, thanks Cheech, I couldn't do it without your unwavering support." He nuzzled her neck playfully as he pulled her close to him, causing her to giggle and blush bashfully, stroking his cheek before kissing him at the corner of his mouth, earning herself a seductive growl and a chorus of protest from onlookers at their table.

"Get a room you two!" Yamcha laughed, the others following after in laughter or playful comments.

In the far corner of the bar sat a woman watching the heartwarming scene with mild interest. She sipped her martini languidly as she motioned for the bartender to refill it. "Extra salt around the rim, please." She grumbled. She released a deep sigh after the bartender left to mix together her concoction, running her fingers through her long blue blow-out hair that was smoothed to the back on one side and brushed over her face on the other.

She scantily clad in a red dress that left little to the imagination but she didn't care. She watched Goku and all her friends together in a booth as they celebrated his victory and winning a new Dragon Ball. He was a very competitive MMA fighter and one of the most feared and well respected fighter out there. His record was intimidating with a string of wins and little to no losses so it wasn't much as a shock to her when he won the Tri-state championship belt with no trouble.

But Bulma was in no celebrating mood. She was too heartbroken to be excited and didn't want her foul mood to spoil the others joy. She and her now ex boyfriend, Raunchy had a falling out. He had accused her of being neglecting of his needs and blamed her for him dating other women behind her back. She nearly threw his bum ass out the window after hearing such asinine accusations, but began packing her own things instead. So here she was, downing her sorrow through a bottle, one martini glass at a time.

The bartender had returned with her happy juice, setting it on the restaurant coaster in front of her. With a wink, he returned to his other valuable customers, leaving her to her thoughts again. She glowered at the drink as if it was Raunchy, himself and quickly devoured it without a second thought. She grimaced as the cool, burning liquid slid down her throat, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"Tough day, huh?" Called someone from aside her, his voice hinted with amusement. She rolled her eyes and scoffed, blowing her bangs out her eyes. 'Oh, not one of these guys.' She thought exasperatedly.

"Yea, but you're making it even worse, so kindly piss off, please." She sneered without looking his way, swirling her little umbrella in her cup absently.

"Tch, well I have news for you lady- get over it. The world has had a tough day, so you're not anyone special." He equip causing Bulma's head to snap his way with a retort hot on her tongue.

"Well I didn't ask for your wisdom on life, jackass. Why don't you go find another wasted girl to sex up because this one's not going home with the first guy who buys her a drink. Especially from one who thinks insults can get her panties on his floor." She hissed, venom oozing from her words. The man next to her was awfully handsome, even as he scowled down at her. His hair defied the laws of gravity in a way that sparked something in her wanting to touch it. He looked very familiar to Bulma but she doesn't exactly remember his face...Hmm... where has she seen this man?

"Buy you a drink?" He scoffed impudently. "You're not even worth ordering a glass of water. I wouldn't dare sully myself with you, woman, even if I was extremely inebriated and you were the last girl in this bar. Frankly, I am a Saiyan, and we like ours whores with some type of class." He said, taking in her ensemble from bottom to top, stopping at her 80s styled hair. "And taste." He finished before turning back facing the bar. That's when Bulma saw it. His bruised cheek but highly adorned belt. He was one of the fighters in tonight's match. He and another alien from an outer galactic planet squared off with each earlier.

Bulma smirked spitefully. "Yea, well, I like my men-alien or not- winners, anyway. I can't sleep with a man who gets K.O.'d easily- if you know what I mean." She smirked at her innuendo, sipping her drink arrogantly. She was proud of her words, seeing they made a good impact when the man glared at her with so much intensity, she almost thought she would burst into flames right there.

"Hm, if you even had that type of man, you wouldn't even know what to do with him." He said. downing his drink before requesting another, three bottles already littering the table around him. Bulma herself was on her fourth martini as she licked the remaining salt from the rim, feeling the effects of the liquor on her mind. Suddenly her body felt way more relaxed and looser than before as it swam in a murky sea of jello.

"Is that so?" She slurred in a murmur.

Vegeta was feeling the buzz from his drinks too as his speech began to slur when he called over the bartender. He turned back to the woman next to him, seeing her reserved look, as if something was deeply on her mind. She was pretty hot though, her thick thighs right beneath her wide child-bearing hips that he had the urge to grind and grip on. The scoop-neck dress she wore showed off her lovely assets that he took advantage of roaming over with hungry eyes. She had a mouth on her when it came to insults but he wondered about how that same mouth would feel licking the tip of his-

"Here you go, sir." Said the bartender as he placed another drink in front of him. He scowled at the man for interrupting his thoughts before returning his gaze to Bulma.

"Yes," he started, his tone filled with lust and pride as his eyes proceeded to sized up her pleasing body. "I can show you better than any man you've ever come across." He boasted before taking a long swig of his drink.

"Maybe you should." She turned towards him in her seat with a sultry smirk. He watched her legs uncross and part slightly. The stools were close enough so others wouldn't see as he touched her warm thigh, slowly easing up her leg as her dress collected with it. He felt the warmth of her core as he got closer, feeling the faint material of lace grazing his knuckles. Their eyes continued to maul each other as she leaned back into her seat, her back hitting the wall of the corner as her legs parted more, inviting him to continue his search. His senses were assaulted by the scent of her sweet arousal and he felt his mouth salivating at the thought of taking her right there and now at the bar like any Saiyan man would.

The thought of Goku's celebration and her horrible breakup was long forgotten as she stared at this disrespectful, arrogant, pompous-ass that was awfully sexy at the same time, undress her with his eyes. She took a sharp intake of breath as his thumb rolled over her clit from outside her panties. He smirked haughtily as he watched pleasure wash over her, a soft moan escaping her lips. She hated the lecherous grin on his face, wanted to wipe it off but at the same time it sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, letting the feelings settle in her core. She didn't understand why she was letting a complete stranger fondle her in public, but it was something that she desired from him; craved, and it fed into an insatiable fire he was stirring up in her. It felt like he was already fucking her with his eyes, doing all types of illegal things to her that would guarantee she wouldn't be on King Yenma's good side anytime soon.

The thin material of her underwear was soaked against his fingers, she wanted him and this was proof enough. He tested his limit and pulled aside her panty with one finger and slowly dragged his long digit along the moistened lips of her flower, eliciting a heavy gasp from his victim as she gripped the edge of the bar, her nails digging into the wood.

Bulma felt like a boiler; hungry for more to increase the fire in her. She dragged her cerulean eyes that she didn't realized had closed, against his charcoal ones, taking her hand to rest over his that was covered by the thin material of her dress. She wanted more.

She leaned over in her chair and whispered. "My place or yours?" She was ready to rebound, forget about her no-good ex and lose herself in the strong arms of the man in front of her. She kissed below his ear before sucking on his earlobe for good measure, allowing her hand to travel low to his crotch, feeling his harden member against her fingers. She smirked as she planted another kiss on his jaw.

That's all what Vegeta needed. He reached for his wallet with his free hand and threw a few bills down for the both of them before the two took their little party to the hallway. He pinned her against the wall as he took her lips in a ravenous kiss. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head into the kiss as she allowed him entrance. Their tongues wrestled against each other in a heated battle that neither seemed to give in to. Vegeta's instincts took the challenged, entrailed by the fight she put up against him.

'So she isn't completely submissive either,' he thought excitedly, his beast licking his canines hungrily as he growled obscure words of taking the female in his native tongue. Women like her either proved to be an annoying or pleasurable experience and after the night he's been having, he hoped for the latter.

He lifted her against the wall, wrapping her legs around his waist while he hiked up her dress. He was going to take her right then and there but this wasn't Bulma's ideal place of having sex at. The last thing she needed was for Goku or any of their friends walking in on some man plowing her brains out. She would die of embarrassment. She broke from the kiss, her breathing labored as she spoke into his ear, resisting the urge to groan in pleasure as he grounded his hips into hers, letting her feel the hardness that she wanted so badly in her. Curse this man!

"To...the...car!" She struggled to get her feet to the ground, letting them break apart until they were outside. The chilly autumn air nipped at Bulma as she shivered. The bar was hot, in more ways than one, so the air was no pleasing thing to her at the moment. They made it to his car which looked very expensive- if she do say so, herself- and all the while the drive to his place, Bulma couldn't keep her grubby little hands off of him. She reached over the console many times to kiss him on the neck and run her fingers through his mystifying hair.

"Stop it, woman, before you make me crash." He growled out one time while they were in traffic. When they were at a red light Bulma all but jumped him as she moved into his lap, her body obstructing his view of the road. Vegeta slapped her ass roughly, causing her to yelp as she settled back into her seat. Defeated but not deterred. She was starting to love the effects the alcohol had on her brain. She was giggling like an idiot at times and doing things that she normally wouldn't do.

They stopped in front of a large tower, Vegeta and Bulma both stepped out the car but her legs seemed to forget how to walk in heels as she nearly fell, stumbling along in her drunken state. Vegeta grumbled something about the woman being too troublesome for a one night stand. He wrapped his arm around her securely as he walked her into the building, tossing his keys to the valet. He directed her to an elevator and they stepped in.

The spacious elevator had a glass back, showing a great view of West City as it slowly climbed to the top. The bell dinged and they walked out into a beautiful pent house. Bulma marveled at the beautiful pad with wide eyes. She was interrupted, however, at the feeling of hot lips against her neck and strong arms around her body, bringing back to what she was really here for. Bulma kicked off her shoes, and tossed her purse on the couch, turning in his embrace to capture his lips. She giggled as he steered her backwards to his bedroom, hastily backing through the threshold. She landed on a plush bed, feeling her dress push up again all the way to her stomach, exposing her damp blue lace thong for his perusal.

She gripped the sheets roughly when she felt a hot, wet tongue lick her wet folds from top to bottom, eliciting a moan of pleasure to escape from her lips. Vegeta felt pride swell greatly in his chest at her sounds of approval as he stripped her of her damp underwear, tossing it elsewhere. He licked his lips in anticipation at the sight of her glistening flower all for his taking.

He sucked her clit, before lightly biting down on it, rolling it with his top and bottom teeth. Moans erupted from overhead as he did this. He moved lower, parting her slick hot lips apart as he pressed his tongue into her depths, tasting her like fine wine. Bulma couldn't think; it was too much, her mind turned off like a switch, unable to formulate logical thoughts.

Her fingers found his hair as they twisted and threaded around her fingers. Rolling her head back in the sheets while she reveled in the pleasure ripping through her like paper as she bit her lip, her arm thrown over her eyes. She vocalized her approval to no avail, knowing it's likely serving to boost his ego even more but at the moment he deserved all the praise he can get from her. The man had a tongue on him!

"You said you were what again? A sandwich?" She rasped heavily, whatever he was, if all the males were as skilled as him, she wouldn't mind visiting their planet soon.

"A Saiyan, woman," he corrected gruffly, his voice muffled against her. Too engrossed in her sweet, hot cavern to protest her insult.

He grabbed either cheek of her butt, lifting her hips up as he continued to drink from her. The tangy pungent scent of her sex heightening his senses to a new level of desire as he continued to stroke her throbbing woman with his long, wet tongue. Her moans were like musical chimes in his ears as they coached him to keep on. He felt her walls contract around his tongue, threatening to send her over the cliff any moment now.

Her toes curled in the sheets, knowing she was going to climax soon. Moments later, her moans broke off as sweet rapture took over her, tremors of pleasure rocked her body as she rode out her orgasm. Vegeta lapped up her juices happily, some trickling down his chin. She felt him leave her hot cavern, groaning at the emptiness she suddenly felt. Vegeta smirked haughtily at her sound of disappointment at his sudden stop. The side of the mattress around her dipped as Vegeta moved over her. He nipped and sucked on her neck, dotting her skin with bite marks and hickies.

He pushed down the neckline of her dress, exposing her breasts as he cupped one fleshly mound, running his thumb over her harden nipple. His kisses followed passed the valley of her breast and to her other breast, trailing his tongue around her dusky pink areola before his mouth latched onto the nipple.

Vegeta then moved to the neglected breast, giving it equal treatment. Bulma took his face in her dainty hands and moved him up towards to her own as her lips brushed against his, nipping and sucking his bottom lip before her tongue darted out to lick it. Vegeta's own skillful appendage came out and curled around her tongue before pressing his mouth firmly against hers, letting her taste herself. But he could only taste the alcohol heavy on her breath and knew she was as hammered as he was. He started to undo the buckle on his pants, handling his member in his hand. Bulma raised eyebrows at his long length. No wonder his ego is big, she thought with an inward eye roll but her mouth salivated at the sight of it, her core throbbing in anticipation.

Vegeta reached for his wallet that had fallen on the floor, opening it but not seeing what he needed. He scowled before moving off the bed, reaching into his dresser drawer but finding his box empty. He angrily mumbled something in a foreign language before leaving the room. Bulma raised her head questioningly. "Hey, get back here, what are you looking for?"

Vegeta angrily crumbled his extra box which was also empty. "A bloody condom!" He spat. He knew he must have one around here, somewhere. Has he used them all, already? He couldn't have, he rarely takes women to his place so where could they all have gone to? Just as he was growing more frustrated, two delicate arms looped underneath his armpits and rested on his shoulders as she pressed her warm body against his comfortingly. Bulma reached on her tippy-toes to kiss him behind his ear before whispering sweet things into it while one of her hands began to travel lower, stroking his member as she licked her lips hungrily, causing him to forget his search entirely as he focused on the growing arousal he was getting from her beautiful voice. He lifted her and laid her across his couch, her legs dangling over the armrest as he took hold of either of her thighs, his calloused fingers digging into her soft flesh.

He pushed her legs back until her knees was brushing near her head. He then lowered himself into her swollen depths, shuddering in delight at the tightness around his length. Bulma felt a white hot fire spread through her body as he filled her up to the brim. He paused, allowing her to get use to his good fit. She felt perfect around his length. He exhaled a breath as he lolled his head back blissfully, his grip tightening on her thighs.

Vegeta wasn't the slow, sensual type as he moved into a moderately fast tempo before speeding up, hearing the woman's whimpers turn into full blown wails of pleasure. She could be quite the screamer when you give it to her the right way, he thought devilishly. He didn't mind the defending pitch on his sensitive ears, they sounded more harmonic to him than horrible.

"Tch, do I K.O. so easily, now?" He gritted out between pumps. Bulma couldn't formulate coherent thoughts, let alone words as she lost herself to his cadence, he pushed all the way out to the tip before roughly thrusting back into her. She threw her head back as her voice and the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the room. He released her legs, allowing them to wrap around his waist and deepen the thrust.

Bulma dug her blunt nails into his back, hooking her legs around him as she felt like she was going to explode into a million Bulma pieces at any moment, her climax quickly approaching again; her walls constricted around his member.

Vegeta knew she was going to cum again but he wouldn't let her go just that easily. He lifted her off the couch and still as one, he pinned her to the wall. He felt himself getting closer to the edge as he continued to pump vigorously in and out. Bulma panted against his mouth before throwing her head back in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed over her again. Her back arched beautifully as the walls of her woman put Vegeta's member in a death grip. He bit out a growl as his own climax followed, spilling his hot seed in her. After a few more pumps, he pulled out.

They sat there for a moment, the smell of sex pungent in the air. Bulma rested her head in the crook of his neck as he turned and allowed them to collapse onto his couch, their limbs entangling. Bulma's fingers found Vegeta's hair as she lightly scratched his scalp soothingly, letting sleep find her quickly.

Vegeta listened to the sound of her soft breathing, letting it lure him to sleep. His thoughts wandered to how good the woman's fingers were in his head. Usually he would never let some random chick touch his hair but for some reason, he wasn't bothered by this girl doing it.

As let sleep slowly took him, he remembered, he didn't even catch this woman's name before she fell asleep.

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Bulma awoke to the sound of buzzing coming from the phone in her purse. Slowly she lifted her head in the darkened pent house and instantly remembered what happened. She quickly scrambled to her feet but found them still a little shaky from her earlier roll in the hay. She smoothed back her bed hair and willed her legs to support her as she padded over to the couch that she tossed her purse on. Reaching into the red satin clutch, she had a missed call and messages from ChiChi. She opened one and read the frantic message.

Where r u?!

Plz call me back ASAP!

Then she had one message from Goku.

Bulma are U dead?

The last message Bulma couldn't help but roll her eyes at. She frowned at ChiChi's messages, she could handle herself, she wasn't a child but her friend was only concerned. Deciding she better leave while the alcohol was slowly wearing off, she looked down at her dress which was hiked up at the bottom and pulled down, exposing her breast that was littered with bites and bruising marks- at the top. She might be a screamer but that guy was a sure biter. She struggled the dress back on and then searched for her shoes. After slipping the uncomfortable high stiletto heels back on, she cursed herself for not bringing a jacket to wear.

She tip-toed back to the bedroom, careful not to wake the man on the couch as she looked for her thong. She found it on his dresser but after long mulling, felt he deserved some little sentiment from their session and left the lacy underwear there. However, she spied a brown leather jacket hanging up and went to retrieve it but tripped over something and fell. The contents of her purse flew out and she cursed a string of profanity as she scrambled to pick things up, grabbing an unfamiliar wallet in the process and stuffing it into her purse without knowing.

After shrugging on the heavy leather, she stumbled out the penthouse and hailed a cab back to her college dorm. Feeling half fulfilled and half slutty for her decision.

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Should I continue?

Yo, guys~!

I hope this chapter wasn't too vulgar or not enough vulgar because, well, I am a vulgar person. I love getting carried away, especially in VegetaxBulma stories because of their dynamic relationship~! But I tried to tone it down in this chapter since it's just the opening chapter. Still, expect my chapters to be downright disgusting, vulgar, and a little spicy because I think Vegeta and Bulma are two powerhouses of love.

So please be kind and not be a ghost reader, let me know what cha' think, I love suggestions~!

Beta Wanted, Pm me if you're interested! My grammar sucks pure ass.