Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Lost ❯ The Marriage Ruse Part 2 ( Chapter 12 )

Alright my dears, here's another chapter… I said in my last one that we will be saying goodbye to Utopia…. Well not really. More like, next chapter. I didn't realize that I would probably overload you all with a lot of info if I crammed it into one whole chapter.

Thank you all for the fantastic reviews!!!! And again, I would like to thank my buddy aylawilson16. She kept me going, gave me some great ideas as always!!!

WARNING… this chapter contains a nice little lime for you… borderline lemon... ; )

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They landed on the private island that held a large mansion and private beach. Bulma capsulated the hover jet and walked up to Vegeta. “Ok, My name is Alina and your name is Ferrel, our last name is Ouji. We've been married for three years and we've made our money by selling technology. Ok?” Vegeta nodded. She linked her arm onto his and they started walking to the entrance of the mansion, where people were lining up to get in.

Vegeta was tense. She could tell by the way his muscles were rock hard as she held on to him. As they got in line to enter, she let go of his arm and faced him.

“Vegeta relax. Remember… believable…we want to be believable. We're married, we have to make physical contact, and you cant be all uptight and tense up on me if I grab for your hand or hug you or something.” She gave him a reassuring smile and a nod and linked her arm onto his again.

He rolled his eyes and gave her a low growl. Easy for her to say… the woman was killing him. The damn get-up she was wearing was making it hard to concentrate. The way her leg teased him as it moved in and out of the high slit on her dress… and the way her hair danced along her naked back and her beautiful face… damn her!! Damnit to hell! He was a warrior, a destroyer of worlds!! How can one woman, one small, beautiful woman rock him to his core???

He growled again and exhaled, making himself focus and loosened up a bit.

They both silently noted that the place was heavily guarded with very large and intimidating men, dressed in suits. All had similar scouters over their eyes and had some sort of gun strapped to them.

As they approached the entrance, they were stopped by one of the men.

“Invitations, madam.” He politely demanded.

“Oh yes.” Bulma handed the man both of the invites she had received early that day. He studied both papers and then studied Bulma and Vegeta with a scrutinizing eye.

For a moment Bulma was started to get a little nervous by the man's silence and hard stares.

“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Ouji.” He pointed to the inside of the mansion, at a couple, Bulma assumed was Derlyn Perds and his wife, shaking hands and greeting their guests as they entered.

“Thank you.” Bulma smiled at the guard. Vegeta nodded at him and followed Bulma's lead to the hosts of the party.

Derlyn Perds was a tall, skinny man. Who probably weighed 90 pounds soaking wet. He had an expensive pair of tailor made white slacks on, with a matching jacket and a light pink button up shirt. He was humanoid, as was most of the party goers. He looked every ounce of stuck up that Bulma thought he was. He was young, probably in his mid thirties, and had his strawberry blond hair gelled back.

His wife was definitely a trophy wife, she was possibly just a few years older than Bulma and was just a beautiful. She had on a low cut pink gown that flaunted her very fake and very large boobs. Bulma for sure would have lost Raditz right then and there. The woman had short bleach blond hair and had an ungodly amount of diamonds on. They were dripping off of necklaces, bracelets, earrings and rings, she was a beauty, and it was very obvious she was with her husband for the money and whatever else he had to offer.

“Hello friends, I'm Derlyn Perds and this is my wife Keirta.” He offered Vegeta his hand, and to Bulma's surprise, the prince extended his and shook it.

“Mr. Perds, My name Alina Ouji, and this is my husband Ferrel.” She said as Vegeta and Derlyn shook hands.

Vegeta let go of Derlyn's hand and nodded to Bulma. She nodded to the both of them, giving the two hosts her brightest smile.

“It's very nice to meet you both.” Said Bulma.

Derlyn, who was rubbing his hand that he just got back from Vegeta, gave them a grimaced smile. “Wow, Mr. Ouji, you have quite a grip!” He smiled at Vegeta. The prince grunted, but kept his usual face of indifference on.

“Ouji… Oh yes!! You two just made a hefty donation. Thank you.”

“It was nothing, really. We truly love this Planet. This is where Ferrel and I got married. We plan on making more donations in the future to ensure the Planet's conservation.” Bulma said.

Keirta gave the couple a toothy smile and brought her hands over her heart . “Isn't that sweet? We appreciate it! Please you two, come in, enjoy the food, drinks and do enjoy the beach.”

Both, Vegeta and Bulma nodded to them, Vegeta keeping his ever stoic façade and Bulma smiling at them sweetly.

They entered the mansion, arm in arm, and did a quick recon of the interior of home. Acting casually, smiling (more like, Bulma smiled, Vegeta had a semi scowl on his face.) and saying hello to people as they moved through out the hall ways. They determined that Derlyn's personal computer was upstairs, which unfortunately, the stairway was being blocked by two large men with weapons, deterring anyone from getting up to the second floor.

The two of them ventured outside where there was a large patio that had a bar and a dace floor that led right to the private beach.

“When all this shit is over, and there is no more fighting, no more tyrants… I will have a place just like this, on the beach.” Bulma said, staring off into the sunset that made beautiful pinks and purples spray across the sky.

“One thing at a time, Woman. Let's concentrate on how the hell we are going to get upstairs without letting Pert's guard dogs know.” Vegeta huffed.

Bulma gave him a `Whatever' look, and then scanned the building.

“You know, I could probably kill the guards without anybody knowing.” Vegeta said in a hushed whisper.

Bulma smacked him on the chest. “No killing, come on.” She grabbed him by the hand and led him to the side of the building where there weren't any guests.

“I bet you anything, this is Derlyn and Keirta's bedroom. And I bet you, his computer is close by.” She pointed up to a balcony on the second floor. She held onto Vegeta as she bent down with her other hand andstarted to remove her shoes.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I'm taking my shoes off, so I can climb up.”

He scrunched his nose up and shook his head. He scooped her up and levitated to the balcony.

“Oh.” Bulma squeeked out. She didn't have enough time to comprehend what had happened.

He merely raised an eyebrow at her, and waited for her to enter the opened doors to the balcony.

It was definitely their bedroom. Large and lavish. Bulma had a pang of jealously at the size of the Pert's closet. It was practically the size of her little apartment on the base ship. She scanned the room and snorted.

“Seriously, a mirror on the ceiling, above the bed? Eww.” She clucked her tongue in disgust.

“Hn, I thought only whore houses and bordellos did that.” The prince said in a bored tone.

Bulma turned around, and looked at him with a grimaced disgusted look.

“And, how do you know that only bordellos and whore houses have mirrors on the ceiling?” She put her hands on her hips.

Vegeta shrugged and walked passed her. “How else do you think we all get laid, being in the Cold Army?”

She followed him into a room that was connected to the bedroom that looked to be Derlyn's private office. Vegeta sat down at one of the chairs, while Bulma moved behind the desk and turned the computer on.

“By meeting a nice girl, and dating her… that's how normal people usually get laid.”

Vegeta crossed his arms and legs and let out an exacerbated sigh. “First off, although dating is permitted, most of us opt not to because if we were to reproduce, the child would be surrendered to Frieza. That or killed. And secondly we had this conversation before, Woman. I will not have a mate or girlfriend or anything in between.”

She kept her eyes on the computer as she searched for the file in question. She rolled her eyes at him and huffed out a `Pshaa'

It didn't take long for her find them.

“Found them…. Looks like the Derlyn will be uploading this to Frieza tomorrow morning.” She said, mostly to her self and deleted the information. She then started digging in her top for the flash drive she loaded with the falsified information.

As she fumbled with her top, trying to grasp the small flash drive, the top of her dress started to slide down, showing more and more of her cleavage. Vegeta could do nothing but stare. She had magnificent boobs, he had to admit. He finally had to turn away as the show she was giving him was starting to rouse his `little saiyan' to attention.

She finally got hold of it, and noticed that she was practically flashing Vegeta. She quickly pulled her top up to its proper place and quickly looked up. When she saw that Vegeta was staring at the book case in the corner she sighed in relief and pretending that nothing happened.

She quickly uploaded the files and shut down the computer.

“Ready to get back to the party?” Just as she said that, the door to the connecting bedroom opened. Vegeta, moving at the speed of light, ran to Bulma, grabbed her from behind and dove under the desk. He had her in his lap as they sat under the cover of the desk, both holding their breath as they listened to who was in the room next to them.

“Dear, just come here please. We can't have our guests thinking you're a slob, now can we?” Keirta's sweet voice rang from the bedroom.

“I cant believe I spilled red wine on my one of a kind white suit!!” Derlyn whined.

Bulma and Vegeta listened as the couple shuffled about the bedroom. Keirta, Bulma assumed, was going through the closet talking to her self, this suit isnt fancy enough, or this one was last years style.

They chit chatted about how well the party was going and gossiped about some of the guests, and then… it went silent.

She felt Vegeta stiffen as the silence continued for a minute.

Bulma, who was holding onto Vegeta's pant legs as she nervously listened, loosened her grip and started to climb out from under the desk. Vegeta grabbed her, keeping her from leaving his lap. She whipped her head around as far as she could to see his face, questioning him with an angry face.

“They're gone.” She whispered.

Vegeta slowly shook his head. He pointed to his ear and then in the direction of the bedroom. She furrowed her brows at him in question. He scowled at her, pointing to his ear again.

She turned her head and stained her ears. Apparently he wanted her to listen for something. It took her a few moments, but she heard it. Her cheeks turned deep red and now understood why Vegeta had tensed uncomfortably and had stopped her from leaving.

She inhaled and was about to say `EWWW' when a large hand was placed over her mouth. She was thankful that Vegeta did so. She couldn't help it. Both her hands flew up to his hand and covered his, so her disgusted moans wouldn't alerts the two people in the next room.

The squeaks of Derlyn and Keirta's bed became louder, and moans from the both of them became more fevered, totally oblivious that they had an audience.

The sound effects that were coming out of Keirta was quite comical for both Vegeta and Bulma. Thankful that Vegeta and her hands were still clamped over her mouth because she was now trying hard not to laugh. Vegeta just shook his head. The man obviously did not know how to pleasure his woman, she was clearly faking it.

Bulma at one point felt Vegeta silently snicker when Derlyn yelled “Take it baby!!”

They finally finished, and after quickly redressing they exited their bedroom, non the wiser that the two were there.

Bulma let go of Vegeta's hand over her mouth and crawled out from under the desk. As did Vegeta.

“That was the saddest fake orgasm in the history of fake orgasms.” Bulma chuckled.

Vegeta dusted off his pant legs and jacket sleeves snorted. “It was pathetic. I feel bad for any bastard that can't give a woman their release.”

It was Bulma's turn to snort. “Please Vegeta, I'm sure you've had at least one woman fake an orgasm with you.”

Vegeta swiftly moved to her side and brought his head down to her ear.

“Never.” His hot breath made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She visibly shivered as he ran a finger down her bare arm.

“Shall we woman?” He led the way to the balcony and looked over to make sure nobody would see him fly them both down. He scooped her up and looked down at her. The look she was giving him was confusing to him… she was looking at him in awe.

“What are you looking at woman?” He rough gravely voice made his chest vibrate onto her as he floated down.

“You certainly are full of yourself.”

“Hmph. Call it what you will.” He levitated them safely to the ground and gently placed her onto her feet.

As he started to walk back to the party, she grabbed his hand. He turned around, looking at her hand with a frustrated grumble.

“Vegeta, would take me flying sometime?” she wasn't really sure why she blurted out the question. Maybe it was because in the whole two seconds he flew her to and from the balcony she got an adrenaline rush, or maybe she just liked him holding her so close… she wasn't sure.

He looked at her and nodded curtly at her, not really sure why he agreed. “Fine. Lets get back to this god damned party.”

She beamed up at him, and interlaced her fingers with his as they slipped back into the crowd of people, unnoticed.

She was taking advantage of the fact that she could make contact with the prince. He knew that this kind of behavior would not be tolerated any other day.

They watched some drunken couples dance to the music, watched the little clicks of rich women gossip about others in little huddles and the men smoke their cigars as they checked out the women.

“Do you even think they are aware of what goes on outside their little bubble of privilege and wealth?” Bulma asked Vegeta. “Do you even think they know what kind of sacrifices people like you and I make on a daily basis to make the universe free of ass holes such as your father and Frieza? Do they even know there's a war raging right now??” She shook her head in disgust. These people were clueless and spoiked, the conversations she heard in passing were all about how hard it was find a good house keeper, and what new model of hover jet they got.

Vegeta grunted and shook his head. “Some of them probably don't even know what happens outside their bubble as you say. But I bet the other half does know, and could give two shits about it, so long as they have their wealth, they don't give a flying fuck about what goes on off planet. They wont care until its right at their door step” He let out a dark chuckle. “Those are the kinds of planets I don't mind purging, riding the universe of useless beings that care nothing more than social status and no power… pathetic.”

Bulma gave him a sideways glance. She knew very well what Vegeta and the others had to do while on purging missions. It was something she made herself not think about. But it made her wonder if Vegeta, Nappa and Raditz enjoyed killing millions of people. Did they take joy in it? It's not like they had a choice in the matter any way… but still.

He, surprised her again when he gently shook her hand out of his. “I'll grab us some drinks.”

`I seriously cant figure this guy out.' Honestly, he was the most confusing man ever.

She watched as he made his way through the crowd to the bar. He was probably the only one there that carried himself with such power, muscle wise. Even with a suit on, his toned arms and chest filled his clothes out, making him look sexier than ever. The men he passed were obviously intimidated by him, the way he carried himself screamed royalty. The women he passed gawked and gave him inviting smiles while their significant others weren't looking. It made Bulma want to run up to him and hiss at the oogling women.

She shook her head giggling softly to herself as she placed her hand over her eyes as it dawned on her that she too was gawking at him like a lonely house wife.

“Alina?”

Bulma lifted her head. Keirta was standing next to her giving her a friendly smile.

“Enjoying the party so far?”

Bulma nodded her head, trying to suppress the urge to blush and giggle at her at the same time because of the little show she and her husband unknowingly put on for she and Vegeta. She cleared her throat to shake out the giggles she was suppressing. “Oh, yes. It's lovely.”

“Lovely.” Kierta repeated, silently patting herself on the back. She looked around as if looking for someone. “Where is that handsome husband of yours? He's making quite a splash with the ladies here.” She fanned herself, insinuating Vegeta's hotness.

Bulma chuckled lightly. “He's getting us drinks… He is quiet handsome, isn't he?”

Keirta playfully swiped Bulma's shoulder. “My my Alina, he certainly is. I can tell you two are very much in love. You can tell he's very protective of you.” She cleared her throat and leaned closer to her. “If ever you want to swap husbands for the night, let me be the first person you call.” She winked at Bulma.

Bulma's mouth was hanging open. Did she just really say that?

Keirta started laughing. “I kid, Alina, I kid.”

Bulma started to laugh. “I thought you were serious for a second.”

Keirta let out another giggle. “No, certainly not. But I'd be careful, there are women here that will try to steal him away from you.” She warned “How long have you two been married?”

“Three years now.”

Keirta smiled and cooed at her. “Young love! You must have married when you guys were teenagers, you don't look like you're a day over…twenty-one.”

“Twenty actually, Ferrel is twenty-two.” She laughed.

“Oh my! Young love!” she repeated, clasping her hands over her heart. Her eyes darted over Bulma's head and waved at someone from behind her. “Excuse me, Alina.” She scurried away, prattling off about something.

As she left, Vegeta came back with a glass full of white wine and a glass of what looked to be scotch. He handed the wine glass to her as he took a sip of his drink.

“I don't think I've been approached by so many women in the same place at once.” He said in a cocky tone between sips.

“You are looking pretty hot tonight.” Her eyes bulged, wishing she could suck the words she just spewed out. She quickly chugged the wine, preventing her from saying anything else to stroke Vegeta's ever growing ego.

He smirked at her, as he peered out at the dance floor. Her want to hold hands and make physical contact with him did not go unnoticed by him. And that last comment confirmed his thoughts about her being attracted to him… even though from previous days he knew this already.

“I think we should question Derlyn and see who the leak is, we cant afford any other kind of information being leaked. Especially about me.” He said.

“Agreed…How do you suppose we do that?”

“You're the strategic genius, figure something out.” He sneered at her.

She grumbled and chugged the rest of her wine and slammed it down at the table next to her and grabbed Vegeta's glass , slamming it too on the same table.

“You're luck that was empty.” He snarled.

She took hold of his hands and dragged him to the dance floor.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he hissed at her.

He expertly glided into a dance with her in the sea of couples dancing.

“I'm strategizing.” She hissed back. “Just follow my lead, `k?”

Vegeta grunted looking down at her. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she looked around.

“We are approaching the Pert's. I'm going to cut in and dance with Derlyn. You take Keirta and dance with her. Stay close.”

She led them to the dancing couple and let go of Vegeta. She tapped Derlyn on the shoulder.

“May I cut in?”

Derlyn's eyes lit up, as did Keirta's knowing that she would get a chance to dance with Vegeta.

“Of course.” Derlyn let go of his wife, and offered his hand to Bulma. She took it graciously and started to dance to the soft jazz music in the background.

Keirta took Vegeta's hand and giddily started to dance with him.

Bulma gave Vegeta a smile as he scowled at her, silently cursing her. The woman he was dancing with was trying to be sly and move her hand down to his ass… a very Raditz like move. Her other hand caressed his bicep as she smooshed her fake tits up against his chest, while trying to make small talk… It took every ounce in Vegeta not to blow her away on the spot. Instead he made it look like he was listening to her as she yammered on about something… he wasn't sure what the hell she was talking about, he really didn't care. He just nodded his head and grunted and threw in a `uh-huh' for good measure. He kept his eyes on the woman, making sure the scrawny ingrate kept his hands to himself.

He looked down at the wench hanging on him. He was not enjoying this fake woman. He much preferred Bulma pressed up against him. Nothing about Bulma was fake, she was 100% real, nothing fake on her.

Bulma on the other hand was doing much better with her partner. He was behaving himself, and his hands were staying where they should be.

“Mr. Perts, Ferrel and I would like to set up a meeting with you regarding us becoming members of your Planet Conservation committee.”

The man smiled at her. “First, please call me Derlyn. And, you and your husband do know that to become a committee member you have to make yearly contributions, right?” It was almost as if he was dismissing her.

She narrowed her eyes at him, but kept the smile plastered on her face. “Oh, yes, we are aware, and are willing to give you five years worth of contributions now. Would you be willing to meet tomorrow morning and have breakfast with us. We will have the financial info for you then.”

Bulma could practically see the dollar signs pop up into his eyes. He stopped dancing and grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Five years?? Oh my, yes Mrs. Ouji. I would be delighted.”

“Fantastic, Why don't you meet us at, say 10am tomorrow morning? Our hotel, I hear, serves a spectacular brunch. We are staying at the Pert Plaza.”

He smiled again, and gave her hand a few more kisses. “My wife and I shall be there.”

Just then, Bulma felt someone behind her. She didn't have to guess who it was. Vegetga placed his hand on her shoulder… he was so close to her, she could feel a light growl reverberating from his chest onto her back. She reached up and put her hand over his, calming him, not sure why he seemed upset.

“Darling, I was just telling Derlyn here about wanting to become committee members. He's agreed to meet us tomorrow morning for brunch.” She said over her shoulder.

Vegeta nodded to Derlyn, who was practically groping Bulma's other hand. The prince, not liking Derlyn slobbering all over the woman's hand, took it away from his lips and held onto it, wrapping his arm around Bulma keeping her hand safe from any other possible hand rapping's.

Derlyn blushed at Vegeta taking his `wife's' hand back. “I'll let you have your wife back, Mr. Ouji. Enjoy the rest of the party, I look forward to seeing you both tomorrow.” He smiled at them and walked off the dance floor.

Vegeta twirled Bulma, wrapping an arm around her small waist and started dancing.

“When can we leave this place? The amount of stupidity that is radiating off of these beings is astounding.” Said Vegeta, monotoned. “I think my IQ has dropped significantly after having to listen to that fake woman's babbling… you owe me.” He grumbled.

Bulma playfully slapped him. “We can't leave too soon, it'll make us seem suspicious.”

He heaved a sigh. “Fine then.” He let go of her. “I'm going to get more alcohol.” He stomped off in the direction of the bar.

“I wouldn't mind a drink too.” She called after him.

He flipped her off as he walked away.

He was uncomfortable. He didn't like big crowds. Especially large crowds that were full of spoiled idiots. The more time he was there, his patience and sanity were wearing off.

She moved off of the dance floor in a huff and grabbed an empty table that was far away from most of the crowd.

Vegeta sauntered up a few moments later with two glasses full of scotch. He sat down and put both glasses down on the table.

Bulma reached over to get one of the glasses.

“Not yours.” He said, swiping the full glass away from her.

She stared at him, what nerve!! She crossed her arms and sat back in her chair.

“Asshole.” She grumbled.

Vegeta smirked at her as he finished off the first glass, grabbing the second with his free hand.

Glaring at him she stood up. “I need to go to the rest room” she suddenly announced and left him to drink.

She went to the bathroom and did her business. She quickly looked at herself in the mirror, fluffed her hair, making sure it covered her back.

In all honesty, she needed a second alone to regain some composure. The man was a mystery to her. His actions just moments before was sweet, but also confusing.

Was he playing his husband role when he took her hand away from Derlyn's lips? Or was he actually showing some genuine jealousy?

Just another thing to put in her ever growing pile of Vegeta quirks.

She quickly made her way back to the table she left Vegeta at and came to a halt.

Someone was in her seat, a fake titted, long haired brunette who was practically crawling across the table, giving Vegeta seductive looks while biting her finger in a suggestive manner.

Before she knew what she was doing, Bulma marched right up to Vegeta, grabbed him by the tie and kissed him. She drew her lips away and gave him a seductive smirk. There was a sliver of confusion in his eyes and he looked a bit aghast. But soon, matched her seductive smirk. He pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her.

“I missed you.” She said in a husky voice. She looped her arms around his neck.

“You just went to the restroom, you were gone for just a few minutes.” His deep throaty voice had an inviting tone.

She felt the eyes of the bimbo on them both.

“Oh!” Bulma exaggerated a gasp. She covered her mouth as she giggled. “I'm sorry, I didn't see you over there.” She extended her hand over to the woman. “I'm Alina, his wife.”

The woman looked deflated. She reached over and weakly shook Bulma's hand while giving her a fake smile. “Well, I'll just be going now.” She got up, giving Vegeta a look and mouthed `call me' and walked away, swinging her hips and ass.

Bulma glared after her. “What a slut!”

Vegeta remained silent, which in turn made her turn her icy glare to him.

“What did I do?” He asked defensively.

“UGH!” She pointed in the direction the women walked of to. “You're a married man and she was practically eye fucking you!! She even had the gull to tell you to call her in front of me!!” she then pointed to herself, emphasizing the last part. She kept her voice low, so not to draw any attention to them.

To a passerby it looked as if a married couple was sharing a sweet moment together.

He scoffed silently. `Married, eh?'

Vegeta leaned back in his chair, putting his hand on her bare thigh through the slit of her dress, making her jump at the skin to skin contact.

“We aren't married, Woman.” His smirk widening at the reaction he got from her.

Her eyes widened as his thumb started to rub tiny circles on her thigh.

“We-we are tonight.” She stammered.

His smirk was now a full smile, showing his sharp white k9's.

“Hmm, in that case… since we're `married'…” he moved his hand further up her thigh, closer to her sweet spot. She gasped sharply at the feel of his calloused hand moving slowly upward.

“What a-a-are yo-you doing!”

He sat up from his relaxed position, bringing his face close to hers.

“I'm doing what a husband does to his wife…”

She shivered at his gravely voice, and again, his hot breath washed over her ear making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

She started to breathe heavily as his hand grazed over her tingling flower and unconsciously arched her back as his thumb started to slowly massage it.

“Naughty wife, not wearing any under garments.” He chuckled evilly.

Was he really doing this? Right here? Right now? In the middle of a swanky get together? Not that she didn't want him to. Gods! Ever since that kiss on the beach and the almost sex she had the woman's equivalent to blue balls. Not to mention, she couldn't deny it anymore, but she certainly had a thing for him.

“Vegeta…” she whimpered.

“Hn.” He kept his ministrations steady, noticing the tell tale signs of her enjoying his handy work. “Mmm woman, you're wet.” He nibbled on her earlobe.

She was like a wet noodle in his arms. This was heaven.

“Someone's… oh god…” she inhaled sharply as he teased her opening his one of his fingers. “some-someone's going to-to catch us. OH GODS!” she said through gritted teeth as his pointer finger entered her slowly.

“Uh-uh. They are all yammering like idiots amongst themselves… I can sense anyone approaching. Don't you worry, Woman.”

He was thoroughly enjoying himself. He nibbled again on her ear lob and moved her head over so they were forehead to forehead. Her beautiful blue eyes were half lidded as she let another small gasp of pleasure pass through her lips.

His eyes turned dark and narrowed.

“What are you doing to me?” He asked in a gruff manner. His black eyes searching hers.

She slightly shook her head. “Me? What are you doing to me?”

The question didn't suffice. He plunged his finger deeper, making her buck and arch her back again. Her heaving chest teasing him as it quickly moved up and down, enticing him.

“Don't answer a question with a question, Woman.”

She didn't answer, which resulted in him plunging a second finger within her. And being a skilled master at pleasing women, he knew just where that elusive g-spot was. He would make her pay for all the mental anguish she was putting him through. He made a come hither motion with his fingers, grazing the spot. She quivered and jolted.

“Oh gods.” She quietly moaned.

He grit his teeth. “You have invaded my mind like a damned parasite. I haven't been able to concentrate ever since you showed up in that fucking tavern.”

He made the motion again, Bulma started panting as she felt her lower belly tingle.

“I didn't mean to.” She whimpered.

He bent down and nibbled on one of her peaked nipples through her silk dress.

He growled at her response. His ministrations became more fevered as he messaged her g spot.

“Oh gods Vegeta… I'm gonna… oh.. I'm gonna..” she nearly squealed.

His grip on her tightened as her inner walls themselves tightened around his digits.

As her explosion of a climax hit her, he quickly brought her into a kiss, swallowing her screams of pleasure.

She slumped on him, her forehead resting in the crook of his neck. Her body felt as if it were made of jello, if Vegeta would have let go of his hold on her, she would have surely fell onto the ground.

When she started to breath normally she pulled away from his neck and looked at him. She was still a little dazed. He had his ever so cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“I think it's time we leave now.” He stood up, throwing her over his shoulder like a Saiyan cave man and walked off to the darkened beach.

Woo doggy… how was that??

Next chapter, Vegeta and Bulma meet with the Pert's, the mystery rescue finally lands, and the saiyans must go back to frieza.