Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inhibited Passion ❯ Chapter Fifteen ( Chapter 15 )

Chapter Fifteen:   Vegeta was punctual; when he reached Victoria’s house. He wanted to get the evening over with as soon as possible. Originally, he had all attentions of calling to cancel the date, but had the foreboding feeling that the night was going to be unforgettable. It wasn’t a feeling that one could deny easily.   He rapped on the door at precisely eight o’ clock. He heard movement within the house as she answered the door.   She sounded breathless as when she greeted him, “Hello, Vegeta. I didn’t think that you would be so, so-“   “Prompt,” he finished her sentence. He knew perfectly well that she knew of his punctual habits. His appearance at school should have been more than enough evidence of that. And besides, he highly doubted that her attire would have been a concurrence for his arrival.   Although her attempt to cover her undergarments was futile, it would’ve been as if she wasn’t expecting him on-time. Had he been another man; he would’ve thought that it was merely coincidence. But surely, no modest woman by far would have answered the door in a sheer red robe that showed off all of her attributes. Including a particular revealing ensemble underneath that one should not be seeing on the first date.   She looked enthusiastic as she caught his gaze upon her body. “I apologize for my appearance. Had I known it was you at the door, I would have chosen to put something else on to answer the door.” She gestured him to follow her to what seemed as the living room.   “Oh, it is quite all right. It isn’t anything I haven’t seen before.” He replied coolly. He cast a look of indifference at her embarrassment. He sat down where she directed him to sit.   She bounced back almost immediately as she made sure to accidentally rub against as she passed him, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to change. Is the there anything that I can get you?” she asked suggestively.   He shook his head. He let his gaze linger as he watched her go what look as if her bedroom. She left the door ajar. Now, he knew why she wanted him to sit there. It was opened enough to see her slip out of her robe into her evening wear.   He rolled his eyes. It was going to be a long night.       “So where are we going?” she asked as they got into the car. She licked her lips in a suggestive way as he put the key in the ignition. He grunted.   She took it in a good way.   He pulled out of the driveway and headed into an unfamiliar direction. The silence in the car was evident. It was unnerving. He wasn’t good at making conversation; with Bulma he didn’t have to try too hard. It came naturally to him.   He smiled.   He broken out of his reverie when she spoke again, “Where are we going?”   He was aware that it was the second time she asked. He thought she took the hint the first time. Guess not.   “You’ll see.”   She pouted, “I wanna know.”   “It’s a surprise.”   She smiled, “Really?” She sounded secure.   He just nodded his head in reply.   She shut her mouth for the remainder of the drive.   Within five minute of their destination, Vegeta pulled over. She looked at him questionably as he reached over and retrieved something from the glove box. He pulled out something black. She was about to asked what it was when he put a finger up, “Just trust me.”   She looked at him doubtfully when she nodded her head into compliance.   He resisted the urge to smirk as he told her to turn around and close her eyes. He put the blindfold over her eyes and tied it securely.   “Don’t touch and try not to peak.”   She bit her lips as he heard her mumble ok.   He put her hands into her lap before continuing to his destination.   Victoria was faintly aware of the smell of something familiar when Vegeta finally stopped.   “Wait here so I can open the door for you?”   She was getting excited. She never knew that the date would turn out so well for her. She must try this approach for a date more often. She heard the door open and close as he got out of the car. He opened the door for her.

”Watch your step.”   “Alright”   Vegeta lead her safely out of the car. She heard him lock the car automatically.   “Can I take it off now?”   “No, take my hand.”   She did as she was told. He led her not that far away before opening a door. She was hit by a familiar smell as soon as she stepped inside. She couldn’t place where it was from. She was about to ask when he led her to a table.   “Sit down slowly,” he said as he ushered her into her seat.   “Can I take it off now?” she asked eagerly.   “Yes.”   She pulled off the blindfold and was met with a sight she didn’t expect.       Vegeta couldn’t tell be the expression she held, if she was appalled or not. He wasn’t sure what was running through her mind; but whatever it was, it was taking a long time to surface.  He couldn’t wait any longer.   “What’s on your mind?” he asked trying to resist the urge to laugh.   She looked around her. The scene that met her vision was not the desired one. Children were running up and down the aisle of tables, pushing around chairs, and wiping their runny noses. She even thought she caught a glimpse of one picking their nose and eating it. She shuddered inwardly as she went into spurious mode.   She smiled falsely, “McDonald’s?”   He looked rather smug when he replied, “Yes, is there a problem?”   “A problem…no, no.”   “Are you sure?”   “Yes, but don’t you think that we are a little bit overdressed.”   “Ah, well. I didn’t think to tell you that we were coming, seeing as it was a surprise. I apologize; I shouldn’t have assumed that you knew what to wear.” He mentally added the following, though you didn’t care to look when I appeared on your front steps.   She did her best to hide her embarrassment. “It’s quite all right. I understand,” she bit out. She tried to keep the anger out of her voice. She would have much rather to dine somewhere else seeing as this was their first date. “Just a bit of a misunderstanding.”   He nodded his head, “I am starving, what about you?”   She nodded her head in agreement. She hoped that this night wouldn’t be repeated at school the next day. It would be ghastly. She already leaked it out to the school’s gossip.   He got up to go order his food. He held out his hand, “Milady?”   She took it as she smiled briefly and got up. We better have dessert…at my place.   Vegeta decided to tone it down a little bit. He could tell that she didn’t like this one bit, but he had to remember to keep in mind that he still had to use her to find out who C.S. was. The resources he had as a teacher was limited, but being involved with the headmistress of the school was to his advantage.       “Are you sure you aren’t upset?” Vegeta asked when Victoria opened her front door.   “Why would I be? You didn’t know that the child was going to throw his food on me?”   Vegeta bit his inside jaw from laughing. He had to do that numerous times that night. Who would have thought that she would be so entertaining? It wondered when he would start drawing blood.   “I’m still sorry.”   “No, it’s quite all right. Let me change.”   He walked to the couch. His gaze following Victoria to her bedroom. This time she shut her door completely. He heard the shower turning on. He figured that she would take a shower. He finally let himself laugh aloud. He knew that the restaurant was going to upset her, but he didn’t expect the child to add to his amusement.   He knew it was cruel, but the look upon her face was priceless.  After a few moments, he let his laughter subside. He looked at the clock on the mantle of the fireplace. She was only in the shower for a few minutes.   He didn’t know what he was going to do till she got out. He went into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and saw that there was a missing call.   He looked at the recent calls and saw a number that he didn’t think he would see again.   “Bulma” he whispered.   He felt emptiness in him. He had felt it since he held her yesterday. He was so concerned about her that was tempted to go after her after Strauss left.   He pressed the call back number.   It rang three times before her answer machine picked up. He didn’t know if he should leave message or not. He quickly hung up. All she needed to hear was his labored breathing.   After a few minutes of debating, he decided to call back and leave a message. He listened to it ring a couple times expecting to get the answer machine.   He wasn’t aware that Victoria had shut off the shower and was coming out clad in a towel.   “Hello?” she answered the phone.   His voice caught. He didn’t expect her to be home.   “Hello?” she asked again. It sounded a bit more urgent.   He cleared his throat, “Bulma?”   He heard her intake of breathe, “Vegeta.” His name rolled off her tongue in a natural way.   He felt something caught in his throat. He didn’t know how she still had this effect on him.   “How have you been?” his mouth felt dry.   “God, Vegeta, you saw me yesterday,” she said lightly. The bitterness was gone from yesterday. She seemed to get over her initial surprise.   He chuckled, “We didn’t part on the best of terms.”   “I guess we didn’t, Professor.”   He caught onto her joke quickly, “I guess not, Ms. Briefs.”   He heard her giggle.   The silence extended awkwardly.   “You called?” he asked.   “Oh, yes, I have some of your things here. I didn’t think it was appropriate to bring to school. I was wondering when we can met up so I can give them to you.”   This wasn’t something that he expected. He guessed that he was silent for a while because she called out to him.   “Hmm…oh yes. Umm…can I call you back with a more convenient time?”   “Yes, of course. You know what to do if I’m not here.”   “Yeah”   “Alright”   “Bulma?”   “Yes?”   “Take care”   “I will”   With that he hung up. It seemed final. They had just had an argument yesterday. A harsh one. He didn’t deny that it was awkward that she had called, but it was like yesterday gave her drive to finally cut all ties to him.   He quickly pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. He didn’t need to get depressed over this. He still cared about her. And he was going to do this last thing before he cut all ties with her too.   He put his cell phone back into his pocket when Victoria finally made her appearance.   He put on a brave face as she walked to him seductively. He didn’t know how much she had heard.   “Now where were we?” he asked.     Author’s Note:   So what do you think? Was it too rushed? I dunno about it. I started writing and couldn’t stop. I hoped I didn’t over do it. Could someone please tell me in an in-depth review? Thanks in advance. I hope you are proud because I went to nine pages. A record for me.  Well, I would like to thank everyone for their reviews so far. I enjoyed them immensely. Well, look out for the next chapter. Till Next Time: (Midnight Passion)