Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Dinners to Remember ( Chapter 4 )

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Bulma came down to meet Yamcha, and she was looking gorgeous. She was clad in a long twinkling, black dress with spaghetti straps that molded to her voluptuous form, hinting at every beautiful feature of her body. Yamcha swallowed hard as his groin tightened. `Tonight', he thought `I will finally take what belongs to me.'

Bulma blushed. Yamcha was staring so hard she thought he would burn her alive. His look was smoldering and wanton. She knew that tonight would change the rest of her life. Mentally, she sighed however. Though Yamcha wasn't her ideal man, he loved, wanted, and put up with her. What else was there except fantasy?

“Ready, darling?” Yamcha purred as he kissed her shoulder. She nodded and he led her to the car. They headed over to Gervasi, the best bistro in town.

During the ride, Yamcha prattled on about this year being his big year. Bulma just nodded in the appropriate lulls in the conversation. She never got his career but it made him happy so she pretended to care. Her mind began to wonder about what life would be like with him. Would she always keep nodding just do please him? `Yes,' she thought, `I'll never do any better so I should be thankful for what I have.' Bulma squeezed Yamcha's hand and smiled at him as they pulled into the valet parking.

The couple was led into a private room. It was dark, warm, romantic, and beautiful--just as she had dreamed this night would be. They were seated, and after ordering the first course, was quickly served. Yamcha fed her the chocolate covered strawberries from the shared platter and Bulma ate up the attention.

Champagne flowed, courses came and went, and the couple got closer and closer. When Yamcha had finally built up the courage, he approached the woman he wanted for his wife.

“Bulma, for ten years we have loved each other. Although we have had our ups and downs, we have always made it back to together to renew our love.” Bulma's eyes filled with tears as Yamcha dropped to one knee and continued.

“It would make me the happiest man on this planet, on ANY planet, to make you my wife.” Yamcha produced a large diamond. “Will you marry me?”

Bulma could have burst from happiness. He wanted her, no one else just her. She had no idea what she had done to become so lucky but she was not missing this chance at forever. She shook her head yes and he placed the ring on the third finger of her left hand.

The ring was beautiful. It sparkled and dazzled. It was perfect….almost. As she admired the setting, she noticed she could see the bottom of the “diamond”. `Oh no,' she thought, `no, no, no no!'

Her face went from radiant to red faster than the speed of light “Yamcha!” she snapped, “This ring, the diamond is not real!” Yamcha broke out in a thin sheen of sweat. “N-n-no way babe! That was from Tiffany's, I swear!”

Bulma jumped and threw the worthless piece of jewelry at him. “Liar, it's silicon carbide, a near diamond but not the real thing. Tiffany's would not even think of selling something so low class!” She swung her arm to slap him but he caught her arm and pulled her close. “Does it matter?” he hissed. “So the ring is not real, who cares? I want to marry you, isn't that enough for your spoiled ass?”

Bulma's anger failed her and began to subside. Shouldn't she be grateful that he wanted to marry her? Wasn't she lucky a handsome man like Yamcha wanted to spend his life with her? She could buy her own ring really…

As she thought, Yamcha took his chance and slid her into him arms. Reaching around to the back of her dress, he began to unzip and remove the gown whilst simultaneously kissing Bulma's neck, knowing it was her weak spot.

“So what do you say, Princess?” he whispered, making her shiver. “Be mine tonight, be mine always and forever.” Yamcha slid his hand along the small of her back, rocking her against his throbbing erection. She couldn't think, her mind was swirling with sensations and doubt. Why was she holding back?

“I - I- I ….can't Yamcha” she sobbed. Beyond angry, he shoved her away from him. “Haven't I put up with enough of your shit? What else do you want from me?” he shouted, spit flying from his mouth. Grabbing her by the hair, yanking her shaking body down to the ground, he looked her right in the eye and growled, “I am the best you are ever going to do. You're a bitch, Bulma. You're argumentative, moody and bossy, all the things most men hate in a woman. What makes you think anyone will want you after this?”

Scenting danger, Bulma raked her nails down his face as hard as she could and kicked out at his stomach, injuring and surprising her wannabe fiancé. “I don't know,” she yelled “I guess I'll be alone!” she scrambled to her feet and ran out the door.

She reached the sidewalk and vomited until there was nothing left. She was the richest woman in the world and here she was sobbing her heart out under a street lamp. In the distance, thunder clapped and sky opened up to sob with her. She never felt so worthless and alone in her entire life.

 

Fresh from his cleansing chamber, Prince Vegeta dressed in a black AE suit, white gloves, and white, gold tipped boots. Satisfied with his attire, he strode out in search of his “betrothed”. `What a pain in the ass' he thought.

This marriage had been arranged just like all other royal marriages before his. Grace had been trained since birth to be whatever Prince needed and to serve only him. Her fighting power was better than most but she spent more time primping than training. The only reason he was putting up with her in the first place is to father a brat for the future of the planet.

There were no disgusting feelings involved, at least not on his part. Grace, on the other hand, had admitted to a `fondness' for the Prince on more than one of their forced and uncomfortable meetings. `Oh well,' Vegeta thought `that is her problem.'

Arriving at Grace's quarters, he knocked at the entrance. She appeared after a few moments, revealing a blood red, low cut, AE suit. Her hair was down and framed around her angular face. She looked as if she wanted to devour him whole.

“Greetings, my Prince” she drawled and dipped her head, showing subservience. Rolling his eyes Vegeta snapped, “Let's go, woman!” and instantly she was at his side, accompanying him to dinner.

The meal was uncomfortable to say the least.

Grace played every card she had in order to get the Prince to notice her. Everything from touching the Prince on the knee or drawing attention to her cleavage, and even going so far as to thrusting her breasts in his face when she reached for a dish. However, nothing removed the non-plused look from his face, as he grew more and more distant with his dining partner.

Having enough of this farce, he turned and smirked at Grace who was happy to finally receive some attention from the Prince. “So,” the Prince began “why are you dressed like a whore?”

Grace blanched, and lowered her head. “M-my a-apologies, my Prince I thought it would p-please you,” she stammered.

“You thought it would please me to have my future queen looking and acting as if she belonged in a harem?” Vegeta said with distain.

“My Prince, please accept…” she began but Vegeta was done listening to her simpering.

“Enough! Get out!” he yelled. She scurried away, tears flecking from her cheeks.

King Vegeta watched the exchange like a scientist watching an experiment. `Interesting, the boy requires more of a challenge in a woman' he thought.

“Vegeta, your behavior is repugnant. Find Grace and ask for her forgiveness this instant!” the King commanded.

Prince Vegeta gritted his teeth; he would not be a marionette and play these insipid games.

“No, Father. I will not go through with this mockery. If I mate, I do it on my own terms, and it will definitely not be to some groveling wench shoving her tits in my face without a thought of her own in her head.”

The King pondered the statement for a moment then spoke. “Very well, however if you are unable to find a mate upon my death, Grace shall be yours for eternity. Are we agreed?”

Shocked, Vegeta nodded. `What the hell made the old man cave so easily?' he thought. `He has been pushing this on me for months and in one exchange he makes a deal?'

Not willing to turn down a good opportunity, the Prince finished his dinner and excused himself to seek out Kakkarot. After all, he wasn't going to become the Legendary by sitting on his ass.