Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inhibited Passion ❯ Chapter Seventeen ( Chapter 17 )

Chapter Seventeen:     “Follow him,” the man bellowed before he hung up the phone.   He let his gaze fall to the photo on his desk. It was taken less than a week ago. After all these years she was still breathtaking. It was three years since the last time he saw her; since the last time he held her in his arms.   He thought that Vegeta’s appearance into her life would foil all of his plans. He would’ve eliminated him if it wasn’t for Vegeta’s morals, but that alone couldn’t be trusted. He needed reinforcements to assure him that he would stay away from her.   With that in mind, he managed to tear his eyes away from the picture long enough to pick up the phone.   It rang twice.   “Neafie”   “Be ready for the next phase.”         There was a card taped to her locker when she came from lunch wednesday afternoon.   Bulma looked around before grabbing it. She opened up her backpack and shoved it inside. She would have to read it later incase of prying eyes. She grabbed the books she needed and headed to Home Economics.         Vegeta looked over his shoulder for the umpteenth time. He had a feeling that someone was watching him. He had been feeling it since the weekend he returned Bulma’s stuff. That was over a week ago. He resisted the urge to look again as he slipped into the teacher’s lounge.   He wasn’t an easily spooked person, but this had some special circumstances. It was a constant feeling. It was the last thing he felt before he went to sleep and the first thing when he awoke. It was rather unsettling.   He closed the door behind him as he looked over the lounge. “Good, she isn’t here,” he let out a sigh. Sometimes Victoria would show up when he was on his break. Despite, first impressions, she wasn’t as bad as he thought her to be as in the beginning, but she was dependant.   He wasn’t attracted to her promiscuous tendencies. She was just too easy for him. There wasn’t a chase for him. No game. He would like some other thrill besides the thrill of a romp in the bed once and a while.   He went to the schedule posted at the furthest wall from the door. It stated all the meetings she would have for the upcoming weeks. It proved to be helpful in more ways than one. He positioned himself so that the other teachers wouldn’t see what he was writing down. It was incredible how adults got off on gossip, esp. these adults.   He needed the right time to go into her office to search the files for anyone registered with the initials C.S. No man, or hopefully, in the case boy sent a girl flowers without a hidden agenda.   There hadn’t been any occurrences since in his classroom, but he kept his ears opened just in case someone had seen or heard something. Student gossip was proving to be useful.   He knew that he should just ask her instead of going through all the trouble, but he liked the undercover work. As juvenile as it seemed, it was fun. He glanced at the clock. It was almost time for his class with Bulma. He nodded to a teacher as he went to the coffee machine. He would need it to get through this class. She was looking more attractive.   And he wasn’t the only one that noticed. He saw the leers that the guys cast her way. She seemed to be the only one oblivious to it all, but would that innocence be her downfall?         “B, wait up,” called Cassandra as Bulma decked out of the classroom.   Bulma turned around and flashed her smile, “Sorry, I really have to go, but I’ll call you alright?”   Cass looked at her reluctantly. She knew perfectly well that Bulma didn’t have to be anywhere. She watched her make her way out of the front doors. She sighed as she turned on her heel, heading in the opposite direction.   She wasn’t watching where she was going as she bumped into something or rather someone.  She began to stumble backwards. A hand reached out to steady her. She heard him chuckle, “You ok?”   She was about to lecture him on the seriousness of the situation when she was met with the most entrancing aqua eyes. She seemed unable to form a sentence; “Uh, umm…” she paused to regain her composure. She took a breath before starting over again. “I’m fine, thanks”   He winked at her before taking off towards the front door. She looked at him until he was well out of sight. There was something amiss about him. She just couldn’t place where she had seen him before. He was way too old to be a high school student.         Bulma jogged into her apartment building. She wanted to get home before her monthly phone conference with her parents. Her parents hated it when she didn’t pick up on the second ring. She hadn’t heard from them in a while though. They were away for the last couple of months, but sent her mail to confirm this month’s call. She waved to Ms. Carlson as she jammed the key into the lock.   It dropped on the floor along with her book bag.   “Great,” she was reaching for the keys when she heard the phone ring inside the apartment. She looked at her watch. It was 3:00 precisely. She fumed as she picked up the keys and fumbled with the keys. She pushed it into the lock and pushed her door open and ran inside to get the cordless. When she finally got to it, it stopped ringing.   She cursed violently as she threw the phone across the room. It landed on the couch with a thump. She almost killed herself to get here to get the damn phone only to miss the call. She would surely hear it when they called again.   She mumbled a few more curse words when she heard a knock on her door.   “What!” she barked as she turned her head towards the door with such velocity that it was certain to give anyone whiplash.   The man took a step back. It took her a minute to figure out the expression on his face. She looked around and laughed bitterly. She must have seemed like a raving psychotic. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she passed the phone on her way to the door.   “I’m sorry,” she said as she came face to face with the man, “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. It’s just one of those days, you know. Can I help you?”   It took a second for him to respond, “You left this outside.”   Bulma looked at him questionably he held out her book bag. There was something oddly familiar about him. She had seen those eyes before. From a long time ago.   She must have been staring at him because he averted his eyes. She shook her head slightly as she reached for it, “Thank you. I must have left it when I was coming inside.”   He met her gaze once again, “Yeah, you seemed like you were in a hurry.”   She snorted slightly, “I guess you could say that.”   He seemed to hold back his laughter. “Well, I’ll be going. I hope you have a better day,” he said as he walked away.   She smiled as she looked after him. She was about to close the door when she noticed the card from earlier laying on the floor. It must have fallen out when the book bag dropped. She bent over to pick it up before closing the door.   She dropped the book bag at the foot of the bed as she walked into her room. She crawled into her bed. It was still unmade from this morning. She got into a comfortable position before opening the letter to read it.   Dearest Bulma,   I have been notified from a most reliable source that you have received the roses. Though they don’t compare to you by any means, it represents everything that you are. You see, roses come in an assortment of colors: yellow, peach, red, white, etc. Each representing their own theme or meaning.  However, whatever color they are, they’re still the same flower: with the same shape and fragrance. Peach is means summer and everything that it’s good for, Yellow is for friendship and happiness, Red is the color meant for passionate lovers, and White is for the purest and the most romantic love of all.  You are mostly represented by the last. You’re untainted, pure, and innocent, which is only reserved for the most romantic love of all. So enclosed is a necklace of a white rose. I hope that you will wear it.  - C.S.   She looked inside the envelope again and took out the most enchanting piece of jewelry that she had seen. It was exquisitely designed and breath-taking. It was defiantly expensive. She couldn’t take it, but she couldn’t leave it. She got up and walked over to the mirror. She held it in front of her and decided that it was too beautiful to just leave it out on the dresser. She quickly put it on and took in how it looked on her. It was gorgeous.   Her mind drifted back to the letter. “You’re untainted, pure, and innocent…” She couldn’t resist the smile it brought to her face. It was a compliment. She was brought out of her reverie when the phone rang. She was quickly brought her to the reality of the phone call with her parents.   She ran to the phone, bracing herself for the oncoming lecture of responsibility.   She took a breath when she turned on the speaker, “Hello Mother.”   “I have never been so rudely ignored in my life and from my own daughter. I know I have raised you better than that,” said her mother’s voice as it bellowed through the speaker.         “You did what!” screamed his partner.   He didn’t dare tell her the rest. He looked at her as she paced back and forth in his office. She was rubbing her temples in that irritated fashion of hers.   “Would you sit down before you put tracks into my carpet?” he asked calmly.   She looked up as if she was noticing him for the first time. She gazed at him through tired eyes. For a woman of 20, she looked thoroughly exhausted and in need of a serious vacation. She threw herself into the nearest chair glaring at him.   He merely smiled as he handed her a cup a coffee.   She took it reluctantly and gulped it down in a matter of seconds. She then through it to the nearest garbage can. It missed and hit the wall.   “Now Jessica, don’t you feel much better?”   She looked at him angrily, “Shove it, Shields.”   He played hurt and she rolled her eyes.   “You know you could be much nicer.”   “And you couldn’t be more stupid after the stunt you pulled today,” she bit out angrily.   Shields pushed back in his chair and look up as if he was praying. She watched him close his eyes.   “Look at me damn it,” she stated.   He brought his head down to meet her gaze.   “What the hell were you thinking? You could have been seen or worse recognized. Do you know what that could have done to our plans?” she yelled.   “My plans,” he mumbled out of habit.   She heard him and stood up angrily, “No, correction our plans. I am in this as much as you damn it. You seem to forget that.”   She was now towering over him.   He looked at the picture on his desk for a moment. A silent reminder of why he was doing this. For him. For her. Not for Jessica.   He suddenly seemed to get angry. He stood up and used his height to his advantage. He walked around his desk to stand in front of her. She followed his gaze every step of the way. He walked up to her making her take steps back until she was cornered by the wall.   “No, you are the one that seems to misinformed, my dear. This is mine. You are only here for certain things I can’t do.” He looked into her eyes daring her to say something.   She was about to open her mouth, but quickly thought against it. He thought he won, but he didn’t see her determination.   “You didn’t use to think that,” she said as she looked away.   He almost missed it.   “What is that suppose to mean?” he asked enraged.   She shrugged and sighed before she responded looking into his eyes defeated, “I don’t know what she has over you, but when it comes to her you forget everything.” She paused.   He raised his hand and she flinched as she braced herself for the hit. He was known to be a violent man. He slammed his hand against the wall so she couldn’t move away. When he saw her not looking at him, he roughly turned her face to meet his.   “I should have known you weren’t over it.”   She didn’t budge.   “What do you want from me?” he said in a deadly calm voice.   She murmured a quiet nothing.   He didn’t hesitate before he crushed his lips over hers in a possessive kiss. He was in complete control as he roughly kissed her. He bit the bottom of her lip slightly and she gasped. He took the advantage and slipped his tongue into her mouth.   She resisted at first and began to struggle. It only seemed to heighten his aggressiveness. Soon she felt his hand slide up her back massaging her bare skin. She wasn’t quite sure when she began to respond, but soon they were fumbling towards his desk removing his blazer and tie. He paused long enough to swipe the objects off his desk.   He shifted their positions so he could lower her onto the desk. He climbed on top of her and resumed his administrations on her mouth, slowly working his way down her throat. He stopped and began to suck at the base of her neck. She moaned arching her neck more for his access. She began to unbutton his shirt. No sooner did she reach the last button did she hear a cell phone go off.   She groaned trying to ignore it. She tore off his shirt as it rang a second time. She felt the pressure ease up on her. “Don’t,” she pleaded.   He shook his head getting off of her, “I need to answer it.” He looked on the ground for his phone.  He quickly grabbed and flipped it open, “Shields.”   He didn’t hang up until a couple of minutes later. He looked aggravated as he searched for his clothes.   “What is it?” she asked flustered.   “I have to go and deal with something.”   “Now?” she asked incredulously.   He gazed over her state, “Get dressed.”   She looked hurt as she climbed off the desk looking for her shirt that got thrown somewhere. In record time he was dressed and ready to go. He paused long enough to pick up Bulma’s picture off the floor and placed it on his desk.   He was walking towards the door when he heard her voice call out to him.   He paused in recognition.   “Why?” she asked.   “To remind you of your place. I’m doing this for her, understand that. What was between us is over?”   She held back a sob as he opened the door.   “Oh, and Jessica?” he said as he turned fully around.   She looked at him pitifully.   “Be a dear and get someone to clean this up.” With that he walked out the door and closed it behind him.   She fell to the ground fighting back tears. After composing herself she dragged herself over to the phone that was lying on the floor and hung it up. She picked it up again and dialed.   “Yeah, this is Neafie; I need a cleaning crew in Mr. Shield’s room before he gets back.”   She hung up the phone and stood up. She was about to walk out the door when she saw the bitch’s picture on the desk. It was smiling at her. She picked it up and threw it at wall. It fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces. She smiled bitterly, “I’ll show that sick bastard whose plan this is.”     Author’s Note:   10 pages exactly ya’ll. Well, what are you waiting for? Tell me what you think. I can’t wait to hear from you. I’m actually proud of this chapter. It gives you some insight to who’s behind the letters. And don’t worry about Jessica, she’ll get hers at the end *wink* All is fair in love and war, right? Thank you for all the reviews so far. Till Next Time: (Midnight Passion)