~*~ Disclaimer: I do not own the movie 'Pretty Woman' or DB/Z/GT. Please
don't sue, I ain't making jack shit from this story. It is being writing
only to pass time and for the entertainment of my readers. (Which isn't
many) 0_o
Again, I'm sorry that it took meeh so long to get this out. I'll update better next time. I promise. I've been away on vacation, but I'm really sorry. I'll do mai damnedest to work harder on this story. It would be a shame if I lost all my reviewers. : ( I've been soooo busy and I was about to drop this story completely. But I saw the number of reviews; it would be a shame to leave you all hanging. Unless none of y'all read this anymore. So should I continue this? Or just drop it? Be sure to lemme kno.
So after over 3 months, I'M BACK BABY YEAH!!
~LadyB
~*~
Pretty Onna.
Chapter Ten.
~*~
The day was gone, swallowed up in the dark ocean we now knew as night, and the blue haired hooker couldn't be happier. At long last the day of hell she had to endure was over. They entered the penthouse, Vegeta in after her switching on the lights. Bulma came down the steps into the room, her prince in hot pursuit.
"Are you alright?" He asked her watching the absent-minded swinging of her hips.
She never did look up to face and reply him. "I'm fine!" She assured him, walking towards the stairs leading to the center of the grand room. Her eyes watched the drapes blow in with the wind, something different lingering in it. She sighed powerfully. A change in the wind was never good...
"We've had seven fines since we left the match." Vegeta pointed out, a part of him agitated with her and her methods. "Can I have another word onna?" He brought his heated fingers to touch down on her cold skin, hitting that there was much more that she could expect that night. Suddenly, in a blind fit of rage, she spun around him in mid walk, exploding in resentment.
"You asshole! Asshole, there's a word!"
"I think I liked fine better." Vegeta narrowed his eyes, his onna or not, she wasn't going to use that tone of voice with him, let alone call him out of his name. "Onna, what the hell has gotten into you?"
Rivers of tears started to well up in front of Bulma's deep blue eyes, her lips curving with each word she yelled at him. "Let's clean the slut up, take her out, huh?! What are you trying to prove!? I'm not a piece of meat for you to offer to your friends! You're not my pimp, I'm not some toy you can pass around to your friends!" Her voice rang out, hurt, the tears bringing a new threat to her.
Vegeta tried to mask his confusion by narrowing his eyes into slits. "I don't know what you're talking about." His words landed behind her, she walked up to the bed they often shared in the hotel room and began to pull her belongings out from under it. She yanked a purse, a bag, then moved over to the closet where she snatched out a couple of other outfits. Vegeta watched her with a curious eye, but never moved to stop her.
Bulma huffed, she could feel that arrogant bastard eyeing her, pondering if he really should move to stop her. But at the moment, she could care less about what he chose. "I've been with stinking old men who've made me want to puke but I've never had anyone make me feel as dirty as you did tonight." Her voice hissed out dangerously, adding a laugh for emphases.
He glared at her; she had called him dirty in so many words. "Somehow I find that very hard to believe." The price moved into the bathroom, proceeding to take off his tie, his suit jacket long ago discarded over the arm of the couch.
"Napa ! He wants an 'appointment' with me after you leave town. You my pimp now or did he think that up on his own?" Bulma walked into the hallway the connected the bedroom and the bathroom where Vegeta stood. She watched him blink, then his face softly changed.
"What was I supposed to do?" Guilt laced around his words for a second, silence fell soon after he finished speaking. Bulma didn't do a thing, she didn't even breath, her gorgeous body stood frozen in time and for once she did not even utter the simplest of words. "I told the truth. Why should the truth upset you? It's not as if you're from a convent."
"You're not some kind of pimp you know! Prince or not, you had no right to do that to me!"
"I know I'm not your pimp-" He was going to continue when he noticed that Bulma was gone once more, haughtily turning on her heel, he barely caught a glimpse of her aqua hair blurred past his eyes. "ONNA! Onna get back here, I'm speaking to you!" Making his way over to where she stood, he pulled on her naked arm, murder written in his eyes. "I refuse to spend the next three days fighting with you!" Her eyes frowned together, not giving a hot damn about what he was saying. It was as if she heard everything he said yet refused to register it all into her mind. "I said I'm sorry and I meant it!"
In Bulma's eyes, it was one thing for him to tell the truth, another matter entirely to treat her like nothing but a speck of dust. His apology was nothing more than another order, there was no truth behind his words, there never had been, never would be. She narrowed her eyes, light radiating from her body. "Gimme mai fucking money, I wanna get outta here!" She lost all class that she had ever possessed in her voice, the slang and drag at certain syllables had returned to her speech.
The prince moved his lips to speak. "Onna-"
Bulma cut him off, her eyes narrowing even further into slits than before. "Your goddamned friend, he thinks the only reason I'm with you is for the money." She spat at him defiantly.
A small crystal tear fell from Bulma's eyes a second too late; her prince managed to catch eye of it before she brushed it stubbornly away. "Well, it's true. Just pay me what you owe me and I'm gone."
"Onna..." Muttered the prince once more trying to gain her attention without having to raise his voice far too much.
Bulma glanced up at him and narrowed her eyes a bit further. "Pay me! Before I pick up this chair and smash your face in."
While they both knew that it would have been a futile attempt but no one called her bluff. The prince shook his head back and forth then growled lowly. "Fine. I'm only here a couple of more days and I'm not going to spend them fighting with you."
"Fuck off." Hissed Bulma.
The prince ignored her crude comment no matter how much his gut instinct was telling him to fling her across the room and end her pathetic life. "I'll call you a cab. If you want the clothes, pack them up." He said instead of doing what was almost second nature to him.
Bulma stood up quietly for a moment, then she turned and walked off into the bedroom, not leaving the prince a chance to do or say anything to stop her.
The horrible events earlier that night had finally buzzed away, slowly fading off into the unwanted memories in the back of Bulma's mind with the hours whizzing by like minutes to Bulma who had locked herself in the bedroom since the argument with her prince. Part of her was scared of the things he would do to her now that she had said the things he she said to her. While she was roughly packing up her clothes in the dim light of the bedroom the actual severity of what she had said began to weigh down on Bulma. She had not been too careful and she had let her mouth speak before she had actually thought things through. Bulma shoved a dress into a suitcase with a fist full of anger, snapping the clasp shut on one of her fingers absently.
"FUCK!" Bulma growled. She jammed her finger into her lips trying to ease the pressure with the warmth of her lips and smoothness of her tongue. Then without even noticing it, tears began to flow freely down her face and with each second that goes by the tears appear to come down harder than before. It was then that she realized that the tears were not from the mild discomfort that was radiating from her still-throbbing finger. The tears were really about the events that had happened that day...the way things had turned out just when she thought that things with the prince could have really been something more than what his money was allowing. After a moment even the sobbing whore had to laugh, thoughts like that would get her no where. She was nothing to Vegeta, she was just a cheap bargain for entertainment.
"Onna,"
The voice caught her off guard. How had he gotten in there? She had made sure that she had locked the door tightly. The last person that she wanted to see now, especially since she was crying, it was he. Bulma shook her head back and forth as if trying to erase his very manifestation from the doorway.
"I wasn't prepared for questions about us." She nodded her head full of blue hair. "It hurt you-" That was when the onna before him had to shake his head.
"I'm not hurt. It doesn't hurt you when somebody pisses on you, it just pissed you off." Bulma spat simply, trying her best to calm her voice and to rid her face of the still-visible tears.
"Gomen."
Time seemed to stop. Bulma blinked and looked at Vegeta, he had apologized, he, the crowned prince of Vegetasei had apologized to a bargain basement streetwalker. Bulma's body went limp and let the tears stream down her face once more. There was no use in trying to hide it, it was clear as day. "You hurt me."
Vegeta then did something completely alien to them both. He closed the space between them and brought his muscle prone arms around her shoulder. Bulma timidly rose her hand to touch his own. In as gentle a manner as he could, Vegeta sat them both on the bed and pulled her down onto his lap. The onna nearly melted into his embrace; he tightened his hold on her. "I'll make it up to you." Came his smooth whisper into her ear. Her entire body started to quake. "And you know I can."
Bulma turned to him and smirked. "Yes...I know." She turned up in his arms and wrapped her own much more slender arms around his neck. Her plump breasts were being brought up to Vegeta's eye level. With each second that was being ushered by with the motions of the ticking clock, Bulma's body yearned with a passionate ache. If she didn't have Vegeta in a matter of nanoseconds, she would go insane. "Make it up to me." She moaned out, almost distraught with need and longing. She rubbed her body against his in a seductive motion.
The prince felt an all too familiar tightening in the most delicate of his southern regions. "Onna..." He managed to mumble out in a strained groan.
"Vegeta." She moaned again. By now she had straddled his waist and was thrashing about in a wild manner, working her hands against his shirt trying her best to rid him of it. "Take me..." Bulma all but screamed outloud.
He smirked liking every bit of what she was doing to him. It pleased the prince when she was anxious and demanding, it was a side of the onna that he rarely saw outside out their bedroom. This side of her was more than just a welcome change. She shifted her body to where it did the most good along his. He heard her moan out loud again, and to think, he mused smugly to himself, that he hadn't even started to do his worse on her. As a matter of fact, he hadn't even touched her and already he had her moaning out his name. Oh the things he could do to this woman.
"No onna." He said sternly standing up and taking her into his arms. "Not tonight."
Bulma blinked and at that moment paled noticeably. He was stopping, why dear Kami was he stopping?! "Vegeta I-"
Once more the prince let his famous smirk line his features, the onna appeared to be worried that he was really going to leave her the way she was. How could she think that he was going to leave her just the way she was, looking damn near eatable with the way sweat glistened down her body in the most sensual of ways. He shook his head and lay Bulma down on the bed, shoving the suitcase down onto the floor so that they had more room to...play, yes...play. "Don't worry onna." Vegeta loomed over towards her, closing their space. His dark murky eyes were an ocean filled with unbound sin and burning with lust. Bulma felt a heat rise within her being, suddenly Vegeta seized her mouth in his own, devouring her soul like a starved man taking his primary taste of food for the first time in years. Their tongues struggled to find each other in a wildly ravishing kiss that ripped through Bulma like a bold of lightning, stopping her heart for what seemed like an eternity. Vegeta's fingers tore wildly at the lace of Bulma's shirt, like a crazed wild animal in heat. He grunted and whispered, "Tonight onna, is for you."
Bulma felt her body turn to mush. "Yes...oh Kami yes...."
And with that Vegeta showed Bulma that for once, just letting back and having someone else do all the work was much more fun than it seemed.
----
The next day Vegeta was walking down the stairs of an office where Napa told him that there were still a few important matters, which were in dire urgency to discuss. Vegeta walked in a quick stride as the taller and much older Saiyajin followed behind him. He was trying to get in yet another word with his prince. It just so happened that the prince, however, was in a much more of a hurry than Napa had originally anticipated. Timing was against them.
"My prince, I must insist that this is no time to disappear. We're in too far."
Vegeta turned sharply on his heel to face the brute behind him. "Napa? Stop panicking. Draymen Heux isn't going anywhere and I don't need to spend the rest of the day watching his stock go down. I'll be in the office tomorrow."
Napa knew that once the decree of the prince was said, there was nothing that could change it. All he could do was bend over backwards to accommodate the changes. "Promise me you'll read those contracts by then."
The prince snorted at his lower significant. "Goodbye, Napa."
"My prince, please! By tomorrow!"
Vegeta shook his head and disappeared; he had other matters to attend to.
---
Vegeta exited out of the limo and walked to the front doors of the estate lobby. He moved jauntily towards the elevators. And even Kakkarot who was at the front desk had to take notice in the lighter step in the prince's usually stiff and menacing stride.
"Good afternoon, Prince Vegeta." Kakkarot said with a formal bow.
Vegeta nodded his head curtly, yet not in the least bit rude. "Afternoon." But then the prince's attention was no longer on his subject, but on the glittering jewelry display in the Estate jewelry store window. Rather than going where he had originally planned, Vegeta yielded his body away from Kakkarot and towards the window of the display for a closer look. He thought to himself for a moment then smirked before entering the jewelry store.
Elsewhere, Bulma came out of the bathroom and into the living room of their estate suite, she wore a tight body framing red sequined evening gown. She looked beautiful beyond words. Her hair spilled in just the right amounts over her shoulders accenting the color of the dress she was molding. Everything on her worked it's best and played off one another allowing her the most pleasing of looks to the eye. She smiled softly to herself knowing the effect she would have on people that night. Just before her looks could go unappreciated the sound of the opening door filled the room. Vegeta entered and stopped in mid walk at the sight of Bulma. He didn't move nor make a sound
Bulma began to grow nervous of his eyes on her. "D-do I look ok?"
Vegeta shook his head quickly. "No...there's something missing.
"Well nothing else is going to fit into this dress I'll tell you that."
He walked toward her with something in his hand. "No, so maybe something in this box. Now listen onna I don't want you to get too excited this is only on loan." Slowly after he had spoke Vegeta opened the object that he held in his hand. There he revealed a princess cut diamond and ruby necklace with two matching ruby earnings. Vegeta removed them from the box as if they were about to melt if he touched them too roughly; Bulma felt her jaw drop. He walked behind her and slipped the necklace around her neck.
"This is made for a princess. I think she'd approve of you wearing it tonight. There. Come look." Being the perfect gentleman Vegeta lead Bulma to a mirror so that she could admire her reflection. Bulma took in an even deeper breath than before.
"Vegeta, I can't."
Vegeta shook his head, couldn't she just accept it? "Silence onna, of course you can."
"What if I lose it?" Bulma had to ask. She felt as if she were carrying the life of someone suspended along her neck dipping into her lower chest in the form of diamonds and rubies.
He shook his head. "You won't."
But Bulma wasn't going to be talked out of that so easily. "What if someone tries to steal it?"
"I'll guard them and you with my life." Vegeta said convincingly before leaning in and kissing her bare shoulder. "Come now onna, we have places to be." He said to her with a smirk offering her his arm. "And people to make jealous."
~*~
ReViEw!
ReViEw!!
ReViEw!!!
Again, I'm sorry that it took meeh so long to get this out. I'll update better next time. I promise. I've been away on vacation, but I'm really sorry. I'll do mai damnedest to work harder on this story. It would be a shame if I lost all my reviewers. : ( I've been soooo busy and I was about to drop this story completely. But I saw the number of reviews; it would be a shame to leave you all hanging. Unless none of y'all read this anymore. So should I continue this? Or just drop it? Be sure to lemme kno.
So after over 3 months, I'M BACK BABY YEAH!!
~LadyB
~*~
Pretty Onna.
Chapter Ten.
~*~
The day was gone, swallowed up in the dark ocean we now knew as night, and the blue haired hooker couldn't be happier. At long last the day of hell she had to endure was over. They entered the penthouse, Vegeta in after her switching on the lights. Bulma came down the steps into the room, her prince in hot pursuit.
"Are you alright?" He asked her watching the absent-minded swinging of her hips.
She never did look up to face and reply him. "I'm fine!" She assured him, walking towards the stairs leading to the center of the grand room. Her eyes watched the drapes blow in with the wind, something different lingering in it. She sighed powerfully. A change in the wind was never good...
"We've had seven fines since we left the match." Vegeta pointed out, a part of him agitated with her and her methods. "Can I have another word onna?" He brought his heated fingers to touch down on her cold skin, hitting that there was much more that she could expect that night. Suddenly, in a blind fit of rage, she spun around him in mid walk, exploding in resentment.
"You asshole! Asshole, there's a word!"
"I think I liked fine better." Vegeta narrowed his eyes, his onna or not, she wasn't going to use that tone of voice with him, let alone call him out of his name. "Onna, what the hell has gotten into you?"
Rivers of tears started to well up in front of Bulma's deep blue eyes, her lips curving with each word she yelled at him. "Let's clean the slut up, take her out, huh?! What are you trying to prove!? I'm not a piece of meat for you to offer to your friends! You're not my pimp, I'm not some toy you can pass around to your friends!" Her voice rang out, hurt, the tears bringing a new threat to her.
Vegeta tried to mask his confusion by narrowing his eyes into slits. "I don't know what you're talking about." His words landed behind her, she walked up to the bed they often shared in the hotel room and began to pull her belongings out from under it. She yanked a purse, a bag, then moved over to the closet where she snatched out a couple of other outfits. Vegeta watched her with a curious eye, but never moved to stop her.
Bulma huffed, she could feel that arrogant bastard eyeing her, pondering if he really should move to stop her. But at the moment, she could care less about what he chose. "I've been with stinking old men who've made me want to puke but I've never had anyone make me feel as dirty as you did tonight." Her voice hissed out dangerously, adding a laugh for emphases.
He glared at her; she had called him dirty in so many words. "Somehow I find that very hard to believe." The price moved into the bathroom, proceeding to take off his tie, his suit jacket long ago discarded over the arm of the couch.
"Napa ! He wants an 'appointment' with me after you leave town. You my pimp now or did he think that up on his own?" Bulma walked into the hallway the connected the bedroom and the bathroom where Vegeta stood. She watched him blink, then his face softly changed.
"What was I supposed to do?" Guilt laced around his words for a second, silence fell soon after he finished speaking. Bulma didn't do a thing, she didn't even breath, her gorgeous body stood frozen in time and for once she did not even utter the simplest of words. "I told the truth. Why should the truth upset you? It's not as if you're from a convent."
"You're not some kind of pimp you know! Prince or not, you had no right to do that to me!"
"I know I'm not your pimp-" He was going to continue when he noticed that Bulma was gone once more, haughtily turning on her heel, he barely caught a glimpse of her aqua hair blurred past his eyes. "ONNA! Onna get back here, I'm speaking to you!" Making his way over to where she stood, he pulled on her naked arm, murder written in his eyes. "I refuse to spend the next three days fighting with you!" Her eyes frowned together, not giving a hot damn about what he was saying. It was as if she heard everything he said yet refused to register it all into her mind. "I said I'm sorry and I meant it!"
In Bulma's eyes, it was one thing for him to tell the truth, another matter entirely to treat her like nothing but a speck of dust. His apology was nothing more than another order, there was no truth behind his words, there never had been, never would be. She narrowed her eyes, light radiating from her body. "Gimme mai fucking money, I wanna get outta here!" She lost all class that she had ever possessed in her voice, the slang and drag at certain syllables had returned to her speech.
The prince moved his lips to speak. "Onna-"
Bulma cut him off, her eyes narrowing even further into slits than before. "Your goddamned friend, he thinks the only reason I'm with you is for the money." She spat at him defiantly.
A small crystal tear fell from Bulma's eyes a second too late; her prince managed to catch eye of it before she brushed it stubbornly away. "Well, it's true. Just pay me what you owe me and I'm gone."
"Onna..." Muttered the prince once more trying to gain her attention without having to raise his voice far too much.
Bulma glanced up at him and narrowed her eyes a bit further. "Pay me! Before I pick up this chair and smash your face in."
While they both knew that it would have been a futile attempt but no one called her bluff. The prince shook his head back and forth then growled lowly. "Fine. I'm only here a couple of more days and I'm not going to spend them fighting with you."
"Fuck off." Hissed Bulma.
The prince ignored her crude comment no matter how much his gut instinct was telling him to fling her across the room and end her pathetic life. "I'll call you a cab. If you want the clothes, pack them up." He said instead of doing what was almost second nature to him.
Bulma stood up quietly for a moment, then she turned and walked off into the bedroom, not leaving the prince a chance to do or say anything to stop her.
The horrible events earlier that night had finally buzzed away, slowly fading off into the unwanted memories in the back of Bulma's mind with the hours whizzing by like minutes to Bulma who had locked herself in the bedroom since the argument with her prince. Part of her was scared of the things he would do to her now that she had said the things he she said to her. While she was roughly packing up her clothes in the dim light of the bedroom the actual severity of what she had said began to weigh down on Bulma. She had not been too careful and she had let her mouth speak before she had actually thought things through. Bulma shoved a dress into a suitcase with a fist full of anger, snapping the clasp shut on one of her fingers absently.
"FUCK!" Bulma growled. She jammed her finger into her lips trying to ease the pressure with the warmth of her lips and smoothness of her tongue. Then without even noticing it, tears began to flow freely down her face and with each second that goes by the tears appear to come down harder than before. It was then that she realized that the tears were not from the mild discomfort that was radiating from her still-throbbing finger. The tears were really about the events that had happened that day...the way things had turned out just when she thought that things with the prince could have really been something more than what his money was allowing. After a moment even the sobbing whore had to laugh, thoughts like that would get her no where. She was nothing to Vegeta, she was just a cheap bargain for entertainment.
"Onna,"
The voice caught her off guard. How had he gotten in there? She had made sure that she had locked the door tightly. The last person that she wanted to see now, especially since she was crying, it was he. Bulma shook her head back and forth as if trying to erase his very manifestation from the doorway.
"I wasn't prepared for questions about us." She nodded her head full of blue hair. "It hurt you-" That was when the onna before him had to shake his head.
"I'm not hurt. It doesn't hurt you when somebody pisses on you, it just pissed you off." Bulma spat simply, trying her best to calm her voice and to rid her face of the still-visible tears.
"Gomen."
Time seemed to stop. Bulma blinked and looked at Vegeta, he had apologized, he, the crowned prince of Vegetasei had apologized to a bargain basement streetwalker. Bulma's body went limp and let the tears stream down her face once more. There was no use in trying to hide it, it was clear as day. "You hurt me."
Vegeta then did something completely alien to them both. He closed the space between them and brought his muscle prone arms around her shoulder. Bulma timidly rose her hand to touch his own. In as gentle a manner as he could, Vegeta sat them both on the bed and pulled her down onto his lap. The onna nearly melted into his embrace; he tightened his hold on her. "I'll make it up to you." Came his smooth whisper into her ear. Her entire body started to quake. "And you know I can."
Bulma turned to him and smirked. "Yes...I know." She turned up in his arms and wrapped her own much more slender arms around his neck. Her plump breasts were being brought up to Vegeta's eye level. With each second that was being ushered by with the motions of the ticking clock, Bulma's body yearned with a passionate ache. If she didn't have Vegeta in a matter of nanoseconds, she would go insane. "Make it up to me." She moaned out, almost distraught with need and longing. She rubbed her body against his in a seductive motion.
The prince felt an all too familiar tightening in the most delicate of his southern regions. "Onna..." He managed to mumble out in a strained groan.
"Vegeta." She moaned again. By now she had straddled his waist and was thrashing about in a wild manner, working her hands against his shirt trying her best to rid him of it. "Take me..." Bulma all but screamed outloud.
He smirked liking every bit of what she was doing to him. It pleased the prince when she was anxious and demanding, it was a side of the onna that he rarely saw outside out their bedroom. This side of her was more than just a welcome change. She shifted her body to where it did the most good along his. He heard her moan out loud again, and to think, he mused smugly to himself, that he hadn't even started to do his worse on her. As a matter of fact, he hadn't even touched her and already he had her moaning out his name. Oh the things he could do to this woman.
"No onna." He said sternly standing up and taking her into his arms. "Not tonight."
Bulma blinked and at that moment paled noticeably. He was stopping, why dear Kami was he stopping?! "Vegeta I-"
Once more the prince let his famous smirk line his features, the onna appeared to be worried that he was really going to leave her the way she was. How could she think that he was going to leave her just the way she was, looking damn near eatable with the way sweat glistened down her body in the most sensual of ways. He shook his head and lay Bulma down on the bed, shoving the suitcase down onto the floor so that they had more room to...play, yes...play. "Don't worry onna." Vegeta loomed over towards her, closing their space. His dark murky eyes were an ocean filled with unbound sin and burning with lust. Bulma felt a heat rise within her being, suddenly Vegeta seized her mouth in his own, devouring her soul like a starved man taking his primary taste of food for the first time in years. Their tongues struggled to find each other in a wildly ravishing kiss that ripped through Bulma like a bold of lightning, stopping her heart for what seemed like an eternity. Vegeta's fingers tore wildly at the lace of Bulma's shirt, like a crazed wild animal in heat. He grunted and whispered, "Tonight onna, is for you."
Bulma felt her body turn to mush. "Yes...oh Kami yes...."
And with that Vegeta showed Bulma that for once, just letting back and having someone else do all the work was much more fun than it seemed.
----
The next day Vegeta was walking down the stairs of an office where Napa told him that there were still a few important matters, which were in dire urgency to discuss. Vegeta walked in a quick stride as the taller and much older Saiyajin followed behind him. He was trying to get in yet another word with his prince. It just so happened that the prince, however, was in a much more of a hurry than Napa had originally anticipated. Timing was against them.
"My prince, I must insist that this is no time to disappear. We're in too far."
Vegeta turned sharply on his heel to face the brute behind him. "Napa? Stop panicking. Draymen Heux isn't going anywhere and I don't need to spend the rest of the day watching his stock go down. I'll be in the office tomorrow."
Napa knew that once the decree of the prince was said, there was nothing that could change it. All he could do was bend over backwards to accommodate the changes. "Promise me you'll read those contracts by then."
The prince snorted at his lower significant. "Goodbye, Napa."
"My prince, please! By tomorrow!"
Vegeta shook his head and disappeared; he had other matters to attend to.
---
Vegeta exited out of the limo and walked to the front doors of the estate lobby. He moved jauntily towards the elevators. And even Kakkarot who was at the front desk had to take notice in the lighter step in the prince's usually stiff and menacing stride.
"Good afternoon, Prince Vegeta." Kakkarot said with a formal bow.
Vegeta nodded his head curtly, yet not in the least bit rude. "Afternoon." But then the prince's attention was no longer on his subject, but on the glittering jewelry display in the Estate jewelry store window. Rather than going where he had originally planned, Vegeta yielded his body away from Kakkarot and towards the window of the display for a closer look. He thought to himself for a moment then smirked before entering the jewelry store.
Elsewhere, Bulma came out of the bathroom and into the living room of their estate suite, she wore a tight body framing red sequined evening gown. She looked beautiful beyond words. Her hair spilled in just the right amounts over her shoulders accenting the color of the dress she was molding. Everything on her worked it's best and played off one another allowing her the most pleasing of looks to the eye. She smiled softly to herself knowing the effect she would have on people that night. Just before her looks could go unappreciated the sound of the opening door filled the room. Vegeta entered and stopped in mid walk at the sight of Bulma. He didn't move nor make a sound
Bulma began to grow nervous of his eyes on her. "D-do I look ok?"
Vegeta shook his head quickly. "No...there's something missing.
"Well nothing else is going to fit into this dress I'll tell you that."
He walked toward her with something in his hand. "No, so maybe something in this box. Now listen onna I don't want you to get too excited this is only on loan." Slowly after he had spoke Vegeta opened the object that he held in his hand. There he revealed a princess cut diamond and ruby necklace with two matching ruby earnings. Vegeta removed them from the box as if they were about to melt if he touched them too roughly; Bulma felt her jaw drop. He walked behind her and slipped the necklace around her neck.
"This is made for a princess. I think she'd approve of you wearing it tonight. There. Come look." Being the perfect gentleman Vegeta lead Bulma to a mirror so that she could admire her reflection. Bulma took in an even deeper breath than before.
"Vegeta, I can't."
Vegeta shook his head, couldn't she just accept it? "Silence onna, of course you can."
"What if I lose it?" Bulma had to ask. She felt as if she were carrying the life of someone suspended along her neck dipping into her lower chest in the form of diamonds and rubies.
He shook his head. "You won't."
But Bulma wasn't going to be talked out of that so easily. "What if someone tries to steal it?"
"I'll guard them and you with my life." Vegeta said convincingly before leaning in and kissing her bare shoulder. "Come now onna, we have places to be." He said to her with a smirk offering her his arm. "And people to make jealous."
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ReViEw!
ReViEw!!
ReViEw!!!