Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Illusions ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

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(A/N: I Kira Anne have found the PERFECT story for me. Its mixes two things I love, high society stories and DBZ. Now for name ect. I made up last names and first names if I needed to. Vegeta's father is Vegeta Crise, making Vegeta the same while Eighteens mother is Linda Crise, but Eighteens name is Eighteen Rhodes. Marron's last name is Deans."

Dangerous Illusions: Chapter One

His hands slid over her ivory skin slowly, his mouth tasting the ample curves of her body. Her pale blue eyes half lidded with ecstasy, her full lips parting as a moan escaped. Her back arched up high, calling for him to continue his exploration of her body. Her blond hair mussed only slightly, making her look only sexier.

Gently he pulled her closer to him, savoring the feel of his body next to hers. Their eyes met as the two kissed again, the kiss deep and passionate. With one quickly thrust he completely entered her, not being able to hold back a moan. She was perfect in every way, his complete match.

Her long slender legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him deeper into him. Her head arched back slowly as she moaned his name softly...

"Vegeta...."

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Vegeta was awake like a shot as his dream ended. He was drenched in a cold sweat and nursing a painful erection. Things had been going on this way for months since his father had married Linda Rhodes, a socialite with a beautiful daughter, Eighteen Rhodes.

She was an elegant girl who held herself with a sort of confidence that left even rich boys crawling at her mercy. She was tall, and had shoulder length blond hair. Her eyes were a pale blue color that held wickedness in them. Her body was curvy and held a man's eyes hostage until she decided to keep him or throw him to the wolves. Her smile was mysterious yet it was just the icing on the cake. It was the kind of smile that was beautiful and yet promised nothing but trouble as well.

There was a certain kind of tense energy between the two stepsiblings that promised an interesting time, but neither was willing to admit that the other was attracted. At times Vegeta had seen her eyeing him up as he swam or was walking from the sauna, but nothing ever came of the situations.

Vegeta cursed under his breath as he rose from his bed and walked into his bathroom, stripping off his boxers and stepping into the shower. The icy water hit his tan skin hard, shocking him into awareness. It was early in the morning probably around four, just about time for him to get up anyway.

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Eighteen awoke early in the morning, the sound of running water her alarm clock. She knew there was only one person who would be showering at this hour of the morning, her stepbrother.

It was no secret to her that her stepbrother was infatuated with her and she felt the same, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. He had a certain kind of reckless allure that made him charming, well at least to most of the girls.

She knew that her stepbrother was regarded as the bad boy of the Upper East Side, but she couldn't argue with what he was. However she also knew that she was regarded as a rich bitch, but all that mattered to her was that she was rich.

Eighteen turned over quietly and closed her eyes. She couldn't afford not to sleep this night, she had a party to attend the following afternoon, and after all a party was always something she didn't want to miss.

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"Eighteen why must you take so damn long to get ready for these parties?" Marron scoffed, sitting down on a plush velvet chair in her room.

"Darling, this isn't some party where you go in your jeans and t-shirts. I hate those parties!" Eighteen proclaimed.

"Maybe so, but I always found them rather boring." Marron began. "However there is maybe a good reason to attend this party."

"And what would that be my dear?"

"Bulma Briefs, you know the girl who is the heiress to the capsule corporation billions?" Marron explained. "She's simply the hottest thing on the scene since...you." Eighteen laughed as she fastened her diamond earrings on.

"She may be young and new and fresh, but that is exactly what shows up on the society page for about a month in a half before she fades away." Eighteen said confidently, looking herself over in the mirror. She had decided to wear a sleeveless black dress and heels.

"Oh, I don't know Eighteen. She is smart, charming, beautiful, wistful and attracting the men our kind like flies." Marron sighed. "But she turns all of them down, she's very, very good you know. In short you won't catch her getting any dirt for dating one guy one night and another the next and sleeping with them all. Basically, she's nothing like you." Eighteen turned quickly from her mirror and glared at Marron.

" Yes that is such a charming line from the girl who's been sleeping with everyone and not caring of their gender at all. Weren't their rumors of you having some sort of a three some with my stepbrother and Lauren Dowell?" Eighteen questioned. Marron blushed heavily but denied nothing. "That is exactly what I had though."

"It was nothing." Marron sighed as she stood quickly and straightened her gray skirt and white peasant top, her strappy heels were the finest that money could buy. With these people everything was the best money could buy.

"How do I look?" Eighteen asked, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Like the queen of the Upper East Side." Marron said, smiling.

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The party that was to be held for that night was an awards ceremony followed by a party. It was to be held in the capsule corporation building off of Park Avenue. The building was large and obviously cost money, signifying rich owners. The party was going to be for all the business types in New York society, but mostly the entire family would just come along to the family and socialize. Dr. and Mrs. Briefs greeted Vegeta's father and stepmother as well as Eighteen as the party began.

"Ah! Vegeta! So nice to see you again, and Linda you are certainly looking lovely." Dr. Briefs complimented as he kissed Eighteen's mothers hand gently before shaking hands with Vegeta's father.

"Well, thank you Dr. Briefs it's so lovely of you to invite us." Vegeta's father began. Vegeta simply crossed his arms over his chest as he observed the conversation. " I'd like you to meet my son, Vegeta and my stepdaughter Eighteen." Dr. Briefs shook hands with Vegeta and kissed Eighteens hand gently.

"Ah Well I'd love to introduce you to my daughter.." Dr. Briefs said, motioning to a young woman in the room. Vegeta observed the girl as she crossed the room. She was wearing a black dress that was down to her knee but slit up to her thigh, it was sleeveless although her long wavy aqua hair covered the straps. Her eyes were sparking ocean blue while her skin was the color of peaches and cream. She wore only one piece of jewelry; a teardrop shaped sapphire stone on a silver chain. Vegeta found himself along with every other man in the room unable to take his eyes off of her.

"Yes father?" Bulma said, taking her place by her parents.

"Bulma this is Mrs. and Mr. Crise." Dr. Briefs explained as Vegeta's father gently took her hand and kissed it.

"The pleasure is all mine." Vegeta's father said smoothly. Vegeta fought the urge to laugh as he glanced at Eighteen who apparently was sharing his feelings. Eighteens mother simply smiled in her greeting, being somewhat envious of the girl's beauty.

"This is Mr. Crise's son, Vegeta. And this lovely young woman is Mrs. Crisis's daughter, Eighteen."

" It's nice to meet all of you." Bulma said smiling.

"Yes, we should get together sometime, I'm sure we could have some fun." Eighteen suggested. Bulma nodded as she turned back to her parents.

"Well it was lovely to meet all of you but I must go back to some affairs I was attending to." Bulma said politely.

"Very well sweetheart." Dr. Briefs said, nodding as she strode off. Vegeta and Eighteen quickly lost interest in their parent's conversation and moved away from them.

"So I take it you like the newest socialite? " Eighteen cooed, grabbing a glass of champagne from a waiter.

"She is...attractive." Vegeta said passively.

"Attractive? Please you couldn't stop staring at her! Well, Neither could your idiot father. Must run in the family." Eighteen said coolly.

"Jealous are we Eighteen?" Vegeta asked, a smirk on his face.

"Of a cc twit? I think not." Eighteen mused. Eighteen sipped her champagne before she felt some one come up behind her.

"Hey little sister." Seventeen greeted, hugging his sister. Seventeen was Eighteen's older brother who had been in business for several years already, making him two or three years older than her. " Have you met Bulma Briefs? She's quite a charming young woman."

"Aren't you supposed to be marrying Marron?" Eighteen commented.

"You know how it is little sis; no one has to know." Seventeen reminded her. "Isn't that right Vegeta?"

"I don't care who knows, just as long as I have a good time." Vegeta admitted.

"Ah and who is more available then my little sis?" Seventeen laughed. Eighteen glared at Seventeen hatefully.

"Why don't you go say hello to mother and Vegeta? Hmmm I'm sure there dying to see you." Eighteen suggested, sauntering away from the two men.

"She's only your stepsister Vegeta; there's no blood in that." Seventeen said suddenly. "And if no one knows, No one will find out."

" I think I'll pass." Vegeta growled as he left his stepbrother.

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"She had no idea that they where con artists at all. I mean it's just a terrible scheme, but then again Lillian was always something of an airhead." Yamcha mused.

Bulma laughed as her long time boyfriend put his arm around her waist and pulled him closer to him. Yamcha had been her boyfriend for years now, being good friends with her adopted brother, Goku.

Goku was away on vacation in Mexico while she was left in New York with her parents and social life. Bulma missed her brother terribly but knew she would live as long as she had Yamcha by her side.

Bulma and Yamcha continued to talk with a few of Capsule Corporation's biggest clients before two very familiar faces began to chat with them, Seventeen Rhodes and Marron Deans. Seventeen was Eighteens older brother, well known for having problems in business and dealing in a few shady deals over the years. No one with a business head would go near him if they wanted their business to succeed.

Marron was the daughter of one of Capsule Corporations leading competitors who only cared about three things, his fortune, keeping his affairs on his wife hidden and marrying his daughter off to the highest bidder. Unfortunately no one would take her so he settled for the first guy who asked, Seventeen Rhodes. Everyone knew the only reason the two were marrying was so that it would look good on the society page.

"Hello Bulma." Seventeen greeted. "I'd love you to meet my lovely fiancé, Marron Deans. She's just been dying to meet you."

"Hello." Marron said, smiling.

"Hello Marron." Bulma replied. "And I'm sure you both know Yamcha."
"Yes we've been introduced before." Marron informed her, still smiling.

"Bulma this is quite a lovely party your family is hosting, we are enjoying ourselves very much aren't we?" Seventeen complimented.

"Oh yes. You'll just have to go shopping with Eighteen and I sometime. We always have a blast!" Marron suggested.

"That would be fun." Bulma agreed. "If there is one thing I do well and to a large extent, its shop."

" That is one thing that is true about Bulma, she can shop until she drops." Yamcha laughed. "Well babe, I gotta go, but I'll be over later." Bulma smiled as she leaned up and kissed him quickly, he turned quickly and left followed by seventeen who said he had to speak with his sister.

"Don't you just love him?" Marron cooed.

"He's very...nice." Bulma replied, not wanting to offend Marron.

"Well Yamcha is a much better catch than Seventeen because he has more money, charm and a much better body, but I love him all the same." Marron gushed.

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Eighteen yawned lightly as she slid quickly into the family's limousine followed by Vegeta. Their parents had decided to stay late and have a nightcap with the Briefs while Vegeta and Eighteen had decided to go home.

"That party was...uneventful." Vegeta grumbled, pouring himself a drink.

"It will be all over tomorrow's society page. I can just see it; New Heiress Makes A Splash On Social Scene." Eighteen cried, grabbing Vegeta's drink out of his hand and downing it before smiling at him and handing him the empty glass.

"You're such a bitch Eighteen." Vegeta muttered, pouring himself another drink and sipping it slowly. Eighteen smiled as she light a cigarette and crossed her legs.

"Don't I know it."

"What the fuck you never smoke why now?" Vegeta asked angrily.

"To piss you off." Eighteen purred, blowing smoke in Vegeta's face. Vegeta smirked as he reached over and grabbed the cigarette out of her hand and rolled down the window before throwing it out.

"You're such a bastard Vegeta." Eighteen hissed, crossing her arms over her legs and pouting.

"No wait, I take it back, you aren't a bitch at all, you're a spoiled little rich brat." Vegeta concluded, smirking proudly.

"And you are just an over sexed rich boy." Eighteen shot back.

"Name-calling is so childish Eighteen, I simply told you what you were."

"Fuck you."

"No thanks." Vegeta said simply. "Summer is only a few weeks away you know."

"Yeah I know. I'm sure the lovely Bulma Briefs will be spending the summer in the Hamptons, event though they are so over." Eighteen scoffed. "My summer would be perfect every year if you didn't stay in the same house as I did."

"Annoying the hell out of you all summer is what makes it worth it." Vegeta replied. "Anyway, For someone who spends every year there you sound so judgmental Eighteen. I do believe you are jealous."

"Jealous? Like I said of what? Some new rich trash? I don't think so. She's so virginal she probably wears white all the time!" Eighteen laughed.

"I wouldn't say that, things are not always what they seem." Vegeta said, looking dead at Eighteen. "If I wanted her bad enough I could more than likely seduce her."

"Ego, ego, ego." Eighteen sighed, shaking her head.
"It's not ego woman, its fact." Vegeta shot back.

"Oh is it now?" Eighteen asked innocently. Suddenly a twisted thought entered her head.

"What do you want me to do to, Prove it?

"Well there is a way we could prove all these theories." Eighteen began. " I hate having you in the summerhouse, you cramp my style and I'm never home alone much so I have a proposition for you."

"What are you thinking?" Vegeta asked, raising an eyebrow in interest.

"Seduce Bulma Briefs. If you can't do it, You will never spend another summer in our summerhouse in the Hamptons."

"Wonderful plan, but what do I get if I seduce her?"

"One night with me." Eighteen said seriously, moving across the car and sitting next to him. "It's simple. You seduce her and you in turn will seduce me. You don't, you're out of the summerhouse."

"Why would you want to do this to the Briefs girl, you hardly even know her. None of us know her." Vegeta said simply, turning away from his stepsister's seductive stare.

"I don't like her, and more so I don't like that she will be the toast of New York society. My family has been in high society for years and now just because her father invents something and builds a company she is as well. It's a disgrace. However, no one will look at her if they see her loss of innocence." Eighteen explained.

"None of that makes any sense, I think the liquor has gone to your head." Vegeta scoffed, turning away from her.

"She is a bump in my life and I want her removed." Eighteen said, grabbing his chin with two fingers and forcing him to look at her. "I want you to remove her from my path Vegeta. If you do you will get what you want."

"What makes you think I want you?" Vegeta asked, a smirk forming on his lips.

"This." Eighteen said kissing him forcefully but deeply. She smiled as she broke the kiss and the car came to a stop at the two's apartment building. "Think about it Vegeta, it might not be such a bad deal."

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(A/N: All right so Eighteen has Vegeta exactly where she wants him....or does he have her exactly where he wants her? And Bulma seems to be the innocent victim in Eighteens little game. All right Read and Review for me people. ~ Kira ~)