Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inhibited Passion ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three:

Vegeta was still in awe as he was getting dressed. He was never one to make the first move. This was definitely not of the norm, but this was an opportunity that he just couldn't pass up.

He didn't know what it was about her that made her invade all his thoughts, but since he left the store all he could think was of the blue-haired vixen. It didn't occur to him that he didn't even know her name until he was well onto his way home, but all would be well once they met up later on that night.

He gave himself on last look before heading off to the restaurant.

Bulma was nervous as hell as she stood in the ladies room. She arrived early so she could calm her nerves. A million and one questions were running through her mind as she looked at her reflection. All but one doubting this date. It was obvious that he was an older man unaware that she was still in high school. The one that stood out though was that there was that undeniably attraction between them.

She looked at her reflection once more before walking out the bathroom. A waiter directed her to a table while she waited for him. She was still a bit early.

Vegeta walked into the restaurant to spot her in a booth near the window. He smirked to himself, she's early.

He walked to the table, "I'm glad you could make it," he stated.

She looked up to him. He looked more handsome than he did in the store. He cleaned up quite nice.

"I hope I'm not too late," he said sitting down, "You look enchanting."

"Thank you," she replied blushing, "No; actually I am a bit early."

"I find that an attractive quality in a woman," He replied smiling.

He is quite the charmer, she soon realized, "Thank You."

The waiter came by to give them their menus. They took a moment or two to look over them. Bulma was overwhelmed; the last time she was here she finished her whole plate and still had enough room for dessert. She didn't know if she should get something that was meager in the ordinary. She didn't want to seem like a slob.

"What are you thinking of getting?" she asked safely.

H e looked up from his menu, "I am quite starved actually. I hope you don't mind."

She giggled, "No, not at all. I am too."

He smiled at her before returning to the menu.

The waiter returned once again, "May I have your order?"

Vegeta responded first, "Yes, I would like to start with a salad, Caesar please, and then the Chicken Alfredo."

The man nodded taking the order before looking at Bulma.

"The same please." She replied before giving him her menu.

"And what would you like to drink?"

"Red Wine"

"Sprite"

He nodded before taking his leave.

Vegeta looked at her questionably.

"I'm not a heavy drinker. One sip and I'm out."

He chuckled, "Gotcha."

She smiled in response.

"I know this was careless on my part, but I didn't catch your name yesterday."

"Bulma"

He tried it out, "Bulma, it's beautiful."

"Thank you…"

"Vegeta"

"Well, nice to meet you, Vegeta." She said holding out her hand.

He took her hand and kissed the back of it. Sensations ran through her body as she felt his lips brush against her hand.

She retracted her hand from his not quite meeting his gaze. She hoped he didn't see her blushing.

The waiter returned with their drinks.

"So tell me about yourself?" she asked as she took her drink from the waiter's hand.

"Well, there isn't much to say about me. I just moved here from New York for the job offer."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, I received this unfeasible offer that I couldn't refuse. It promised to be a challenging conquest," he stated honestly, "What about you?"

"Well, I'm still a student. I have been living on my own for about three years, despite everyone initial reaction," she laughed receiving the same reaction from Vegeta.

"Three years on your own, must be nice."

"Yeah," she replied looking at her drink.

The waiter took this as a perfect opportunity to bring their food.

Vegeta noticed the change in her demeanor. He recognized the same loneliness in her eyes that he was all too familiar with. There was something else about her though. It was the same thing that drawn him to ask her out. She was like a book waiting to be read.

They ate their food in an uncomfortable silence. Whatever happened in her past still affected her. He wanted to get know her better he soon realized. It was a marvel how she caught his attention so.

Attempting to break the awkwardness, Vegeta asked, "So what are you interested in?"

She looked up from her food. She could tell that he was trying to make her feel better. She smiled before replying, "Well, I want to go genetic engineering one day."

"That's sound good. Is there any particular reason?" Vegeta hoped that it didn't sound too strained. He was trying to make her feel better.

"Well, I think it's the closest way I can help people now and in the future."

He smiled her. "I wonder what your parents must think of that."

That same distant look appeared on her face once again. Ah. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"No, it's quite all right. My parents and I have a complicated relationship. We don't seem to see eye-to-eye."

"I understand."

After a moment of silence, she finally looked at him. If she doubted his response, she didn't reveal it, "So are we in the mood for dessert?" she asked radiantly.

The rest of the evening provided pleasure on both sides. They seemed to be over the awkwardness of the previous conversation. They found that they had more in common than original thought.

Vegeta found himself to be more attracted to her than before. She was intelligent and beautiful. A woman hadn't held his allure for this long. He went on one date and then his interest was fulfilled. All women seem to be the same to him, going out with him for all the wrong reasons, but she was different. He wanted to pursue this further. Just until his curiosity seemed to be satisfied. However long that took was unspecified, but he was willing to do whatever it took to fulfill it.

"Say you'll go out with me again." He said as he walked her to her door.

Bulma looked into his eyes. She knew that this was wrong. That she was leading him on. He didn't know her that well. Hell, he didn't even know that she was still in high school. That she was only 18. Any reason to tell him the truth was quickly dismissed once she looked into his eyes.

The sincerity in them was evident. No, she wouldn't deny his request. She wanted this. She needed this. It's been a long time that she felt true happiness. Even if it was diminutive she wanted this.

"Yes."

"Saturday then," he whispered as he took her hand and kissed the back of it. He let his gaze linger on her for a moment longer before turning to walk to his car. She watched him get in and back out before turning around to enter the apartment.

It wouldn't be for long, she told herself, just a few more dates…

Author's Note:

Hey ya'll, I hope you liked it. As promised it's longer than the other chapters. It looks like this two are getting themselves in more than they expected, look out for my next chapter soon. Till next time (Midnight Passion)