Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ And We Were Angels ❯ A Woman's Wrath ( Chapter 18 )

And We Were Angels

By: AMCM74

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Chapter 18 - A Woman's Wrath

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Bulma's car pulled into the driveway and stopped next to Hikari's bright red sports car. She glared at it. Eager bastard. She took off her sunglasses and hung them on her rear view mirror. Then she ran her fingers through some loose strands of hair, and tightly pressed her lips together. It was an old trick to make her lips look red without having to use lipstick. As Bulma reached for the door handle, she told herself that she had delayed the matter for as long as she could.

She stepped out of the car and grabbed her brown leather briefcase. Straightening up, she saw Hikari opening the side door on the large porch. He raised the drink in his hand to her as he leaned against the doorway.

Bulma took her first steps toward the house knowing that even though she was too far away to see it, there was probably a victorious smirk on the man's thin lips. She held back the urge to toss up her middle finger. She looked to the ground and remained on her present course of action.

Bulma walked up the wooden stairs and ignored the light sea breeze that ruffled her hair. Hikari's eyes moved over her with a boldness he had never displayed before. "You brought only a briefcase?"

Bulma shrugged and looked away for a moment before meeting his gaze head on. "I really didn't think I would need a change of clothing while I was here."

She was rewarded with a sly grin. Bulma suddenly knew how Little Red Riding Hood must have felt in the presence of the Big Bad Wolf. "Bulma, I like the way you think." Hikari let his fingers move through her hair to pull her into a kiss.

Bulma wasted no time in shrugging off the embrace. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"What?" He raised one eyebrow at her. "I thought you knew perfectly well what I wanted from you. If you don't, then let me make it clearer to you my dear." He reached out for her again.

Stepping away and brushing him aside with her arm, Bulma glared at him. "I am not a naive little girl Hikari. I assure you that before I leave here today you will know that to be a fact." Moving past him into the spacious living area, she surveyed her surroundings.

"Well, I have to say you're much more sure of yourself than you were the other night." Hikari shut the door and followed her in a slow gait. His eyes devoured the rounded curves of her rear as her hips swayed from side to side.

"The simple fact is that this is a business deal, Mr. Hikari." Bulma set her briefcase on top of the glass coffee table and turned to face him. "Now before you get what you want, I need to see that you have already held up your end of the bargain."

Hikari froze for a moment. "Ahh, so you don't trust me." He nodded and walked over to a closet and opened the door. Although she could not see him, Bulma could hear him as he shuffled around for a minute. Shutting the door, Hikari held up his briefcase to her. "I can't blame you for being cautious. I didn't leave you much choice in the matter."

He set the briefcase down, sat in a leather chair and calmly popped open the latches. Bulma watched with baited breath as he held up the documents for her to see. There in black and white were the legal papers. They were completed, signed and notarized. She felt her heart leap at the sight of the embossed stamp mark.

The emotion must have been visible in her eyes because Hikari smiled brightly and put the papers back in the briefcase. Bulma felt her breath catch in her throat. She could not let him close the case. With that thought she acted quickly. She moved around the table and pressed Hikari against the back of the chair with one hand. Bulma moved in on him, carefully straddling his hips.

She licked her lips and reached up to cup his chin with her open palm. Hikari sucked his breath in sharply. "Saw something you liked?" he asked as his hands move around her waist.

"Oh yes," she purred, giving him a coy grin and wiggling her hips over his lap.

Hikari completely lost sight of everything else except for the young sex goddess that was expertly teasing him. He leaned forward to kiss her, but only got one slender finger set across his lips. Hikari narrowed his eyebrows, clearly upset at being denied.

"What's the rush?" Bulma replied seductively, "We have all weekend, don't we?" She watched him nod slowly and followed his head movement. "Let's take our time. Trust me Hikari, this is going to be worth your while."

It was clearly intriguing the man. "What did you have in mind?" He whispered, letting his hands moved down to her hips and sinking his long fingers into her soft curves.

The urge to vomit all over him was intense. Closing her eyes she regained her composure. Hikari mistook her sharp gasp and tightly closed eyes as a sign that she was getting aroused. Give me strength, she prayed silently. "Tell me," she leaned in allowing her lips to barley touch his ear, "What fantasies do you have about me that have lead you to take these drastic measures?"

He chuckled and smiled. "You kinky little thing!" Leaning back to look up at her he asked, "You really want to know?"

Bulma nodded as her hand caressed his chest. "Oh yes, I want to hear every dirty little detail of what you want to do to me. It'll turn me on."

"It started about three years ago..." He began recounting his obsession. Bulma was horrified to learn that he had been fantasizing about her, not only for such a long time, but also of the sordid desires he had about her. Hearing him recalling all the lewd and perverse details, she egged him on, pulling more and more from him. Bulma needed to stall him for as long as she could, but from the feeling of the growing erection between her thighs, she knew it wasn't going to be long before he demanded his due.

The sound of a car pulling up just outside jerked Hikari to attention. "Who the hell?" He craned his neck to get a good look at the driveway. The beach house was isolated enough that if a car was heard it had to be heading toward the house.

Bulma suppressed her relief as she was shoved forcefully from his lap. Then it became impossible to hold back her wicked smile as Hikari shouted, "HOLY CRAP! It's my wife!" He moved around the room and rushed to the door.

Bulma leaned over, picked up the documents and opened her briefcase. She swiftly put them inside and pulled out the digital voice recorder. She pressed two buttons and looked through the large windows at Hikari greeting his wife. Bulma bit her lower lip as she heard the lecher recounting his sick and obsessive fantasies on the recording. With a quick nod she pressed the stop button and scooped up her keys and briefcase.

"Sweetie! What...what are you doing up here?" Hikari stammered as the dark haired woman climbed the steps with her large suitcases.

"I got your flowers and the note." She came to his side and rose up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "You are such a loving and thoughtful man. I think you are absolutely right. We do need a nice romantic weekend away from it all." Looking behind him she hesitated a bit, "Miss Briefs?"

Hikari paled and wavered on his feet. "Ahhh... I... Err..."

Bulma nodded and put her hand out. "Mrs. Hikari, how lovely it is to see you! I am sorry for intruding on your husband's time. I just had to pick up some very important papers from him before the end of the week," Bulma replied smoothly as she stepped around the couple. "He told me about the getaway weeks ago, but you know how important he is to us at Capsule. He was so excited about this weekend that he forgot to leave the documents on my desk, so I followed him up here."

"Oh well, you know my Robbie, he does work so hard." Mrs. Hikari beamed with pride and patted her husband's chest. "Now if you two will excuse me, I have to get these suitcases inside."

As soon as the other woman disappeared Hikari grabbed Bulma's arm. "You devious bitch! What do you think you are doing?"

Bulma ripped her arm away and shot him a triumphant smirk. "I would be very careful if I were you Hikari." She lifted the digital recorder and played a few words. The look on the man's face was utterly priceless. "Are you sure you don't want me to play this for her? I guarantee you she would find it incredibly interesting."

"How dare you!"

"Oh I dare alright" Bulma laughed. "If you don't think playing this for your wife is a good enough threat, then how about my father? He is a very powerful and influential businessman himself. You know how dirty one has to be to make it in the corporate world. Do you really want to get on his bad side?" She watched Hikari deflate at her words and step back like a whipped dog. "I thought not."

All he could do was stand there and watch her walk down the stairs with the shares securely locked in her briefcase. Bulma had thoroughly beaten him. She turned around on the last step and added, "Oh and just consider yourself lucky Hikari. It could have been a hell of alot worse. If you ever think you're up to it, feel free to try screwing with me again." She narrowed her eyes; "I would have enjoyed burying you, if I didn't have so much going on already."

Hikari put his hands up in defeat as his wife called his name from inside the house.

Bulma climbed into her car and squealed with delight. Things were finally going her way!

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"I don't believe it." Vegeta watched the car pulling out of the sandy driveway. "She pulled it off."

Goku nodded. "And all on her own too. Impressive. Maybe the next time you're at a loss for ideas you can ask her."

"That is not funny." Vegeta growled. Glaring at the larger angel he asked, "How long are you going to follow me around? Don't you have someone to kill or something?"

"Ok, now that really wasn't necessary." Goku turned away from Vegeta. "As long as the cat is out of the bag about me babysitting you, I don't really see the harm."

"You can't? Let me make it clearer to you." Vegeta punched Goku in the face, dropping him like a stone. Standing over the angel, Vegeta shook his fist. He knew it was the wrong action to take. After all, Goku was merely trying to help, but DAMN it felt good. Served him right too. Who was he to sneak around checking up on Vegeta's work?

"That hurt, Vegeta." Goku pulled himself to his feet and dusted himself off.

Vegeta snorted, "It was suppose to."

"So when are you going to tell her?" Goku asked.

"Tell her what?"

"That your time guarding her is up. That she has faced and passed all her trials, and is currently safe from any more dangers." He watched Vegeta's face falter. Goku's dark eyes widened as he shook his head. "Oh Vegeta, don't tell me you didn't know?"