Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Inhibited Passion ❯ Chapter Twenty-One ( Chapter 21 )

Chapter Twenty-One:     Bulma gazed into the mirror. She smiled sardonically. She looked as if she was on top of the world, untouched by anything harsh and harmful, but she felt as if her heart would break. This was to be the beginning of hell.  She felt it; ever since she received this dress she knew something was going to go wrong. She couldn’t shake it. She was about to see her parents after a four month hiatus and be thrown into the mix of the rich and famous. She should be exhilarated, but instead she felt caged. Trapped, but in what?   She heard the doorbell ring. She took a quick look over before going to answer it.  She opened it slowly, cautious of whom was behind the door. This would be the first time she would see her date and she wasn’t too thrilled about it. He was looking over his shoulder at something and didn’t realize the door was open. She tip-toed to see Cassandra smiling like an ass in the limo with Jonathon.  She sighed, “Hello?” she said merrily.   He whipped his head around. Bulma took inventory: he was of 6’1, had short blonde hair, muscular physique and not to hard on the eyes. She smiled approvingly as he held out his hand. In his hand were red roses. She took them from him and placed them on the counter before heading out the door. She realized then of how close she was to see her parents again. She began to panic.   “You look beautiful,” she heard him say as he placed his hand on the small of her back. She resisted the gesture by slowly turning out of his touch. Chris just smiled; he had expected this from her. Cassandra had warned him of her frostiness and he was more than up for the challenge.   She merely nodded politely as she neared the limo. He held open the door as she slipped in next to Cassandra. She felt his gaze upon her as she greeted Cass and Jonathon. She had dismissed him as he gave her the flower and she hadn’t responded to his compliment. Cass nudged her; she rolled her eyes and smiled falsely as she turned her head to her date.   “I’m sorry, what was that?”   “I asked you, how were you feeling?”   Bulma cast him an indifferent look as she replied, “I am quite fine thank you and yourself?” Why is he still talking!   He laughed good-naturedly. She looked offended. He quickly stiffed his laughter, “I apologize. I didn’t mean to laugh, but you have to be kidding me.”   “I didn’t think I was joking,” she bit out heatedly. She expected him to recoil. She was doing her best at being callous, but he seemed to be diffused by it.   “I didn’t think you were either,” she was about to interrupt, but he raised his hand. “Please, let me continue.” She paused. “I was merely laughing because I’m here with a beautiful woman and you ask me how I am. I’m on cloud nine.”   She smiled as she blushed, “That wasn’t necessary for you to say.”   “Oh, but it is. It’s not everyday I’m in such good company, is it?” he asked.   She laughed. “I guess not.” It was a moment or two before she said anything else, “I’m sorry for my behavior. I loved the flowers.”   He shook his head, “My pleasure.”   She smiled again and for several moments forgot about the foreboding feeling of chaos.         Calvin whistled as he approached Jessica’s door. Finally, everything was going to be completed. He couldn’t shake the grin off his face as he jumped up the steps to the door, you wouldn’t be surprised if he clicked his heels. He rang the door bell before he rapped on the door merrily. He was about to knock again when the door opened.   His jaw was floored when he saw Jessica step out into the light. She was dressed scandalously in a low cut black dress that hugged all of her curves. The neckline dipped low yet enough to be tasteful. It hugged her torso and flared out as soon as it reached her hips which were inciting enough to make any man fall underneath her spell.   She giggled slightly and turned around to show him all of the dress. The fabric shimmered to a deep blue color as she turned. “You like?” she asked. He nodded as he tugged on her hand to bring her closer. He quickly covered her lips with his and stole a sweet kiss. When he broke away, “Damn.”   She laughed softly as she pressed her forehead to his own, “What?”   He shook his head before replying, “Don’t leave my side.” He then turned around dragging her behind him to the car. He didn’t dare look behind him again. He opened the passenger side for her and walked over to the driver’s side.  He took a quick glance at her as she looked over her appearance. He had smudged her lipstick and she was reapplying it when she looked over to him.   He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, running them softly over her fingers. She smiled once again. He dropped her hand as he started the car and backed out. “Music?” he asked. He saw her nod from the corner of his eyes; he turned up the music and took off down the street.   They drove in silence. He couldn’t express in a million years to why he had kissed her, but he was damn sure that he wasn’t expecting her to look so alluring. He couldn’t help himself as he looked at her when he got into the car. If he was to continue with his plans, he would surely need to keep her out of the way. God knows what would happen if she were to so much as talk to him. His hard on pretty evident of that.   He took several deep breaths trying to control his hormones. You would think he was a teenager once again. He used all his concentration through the drive to keep his thoughts upon the evening that was awaiting him. He was about to be reunited with his beloved again, everything would be right when they were together. He would forget about this infatuation with Jessica.         Vegeta sipped the expensive wine as he watched Bulma dance with her father. Her movements were graceful as she floated across the floor. She didn’t miss a beat as she stepped in tune to the music. She was enchanting and had captured everyone’s attention as soon as she stepped into the room.   He had been there all of an hour when she made her entrance. He didn’t know if she would show up to the affair. It was more a formal business party than for someone of her age group, but nonetheless here she was dancing with perfect dignity.  If he had any doubt in his mind that she was uncomfortable with this is, it was dashed away as she stepped gracefully down the steps.   Her stature screamed grace, dignity, and pose. She fit in perfectly with the crowd. She was not just a child, but a young woman among these people. They treated her as an equal and that she was he soon discovered. She had spoke with each guest with the exception of himself, seeing as he slipped out of the room before she reached him, with such sophistication and intelligence. It was no wonder on how she captured their attentions.   He was brought out of his reverie as everyone clapped signaling the end of the set. He joined in as she slowly retreated back into the shadows. She past him on her father’s arm without so much of a glance into his direction.  He was about to leave completely when he heard his name being called. He turned around cautiously as he faced the voice. It belonged to Bulma’s mother.   “Vegeta,” she called again. She did away with formalities a long time ago being that they been rival companies. He smiled as she approached him, taking her outstretched hand and placing a kiss upon it as he bowed. She laughed gaily, “You’re always the charmer, just like your father.”   He watched her glance around to see if anyone was watching. And indeed, they were. “I’ve been told that often,” he replied. He wanted to comment otherwise, but resisted the urge to do so.   “It’s a compliment dear.”   “Well, I will then take it as one.” Like hell I will. She smiled as she scanned the room once again. “Are you looking for someone, m’am?” he asked.   “Actually, I am. I realized that you have never met my daughter, Bulma.”   He froze into place. He blinked slowly as he registered what she said. “Excuse me?” he said slowly.   “My daughter, Bulma.”   “Surely I have.”   “I daresay you didn’t,” she narrowed her eyes as she replied. His answer was rather curt for her liking. She was about to say something when the flash of blue caught her attention. “There she is,” she stated.   She intertwined her arm within his and guided him to Bulma’s direction. “Come now, Vegeta.” It was a command.   There was nothing that he could do to stop what was about to come. He silently cursed himself for accepting the invitation. Poor relations or not, shit was about to hit the fan and there was nothing that would stop it. He braced himself for the approaching drama.         “Bulma,” called out her mother’s voice as she approached her.   Cass smiled at her reassuringly as she left with their dates. She knew it was time for them to be alone and Bulma didn’t need anymore of an audience than she already had.   Bulma turned around, “Mother, I didn’t see you when I walked in.”   Mrs. Briefs let go of Vegeta’s arm and brought her daughter into an embrace. Bulma closest her eyes in mock affection as everyone looked on in approval. Nothing like a mother and daughter reunion after so long apart, the guests ate it up. Vegeta watched the guarded look in Bulma’s eyes as she parted. Her smile was radiant, but her eyes distant.   “It’s good to see you again, dear,” replied Mrs. Briefs half-heartily.   “Hai,” she replied. Bulma felt suddenly cold after that embrace. It lacked maternal love, something that no mother should ever need to force. She began to tear up.   “I would like you to meet someone,” she said as she turned around. She brought someone from behind her. Bulma gaze wasn’t focused as she tried to force the tears out of her eyes. She blinked before tilting her head to meet him. “This is Mr. Ouji of Ouji Companies.”   Bulma’s heart stopped.   Ouji.   She wasn’t sure that she heard right. “Excuse me?”   Vegeta stepped forward into Bulma’s view. She stood shocked into place. He stretched his hand and took hers and placed a kiss upon it. He looked directly in her eyes as he brushed his lips against her in a familiar manner. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Briefs.”   Bulma stifled the gasp that came to her lips as she looked at him confused. Her mother’s laughter brought her to reality. “It’s seems to me that you have shocked her into silence, Vegeta.” Vegeta dropped her hand as her mother stood next to her. He tried to urge her to talk with his eyes as her mother nudged her into her side. “Bulma dear, don’t be rude, say something,” her voice more demanding than before.   Bulma shook her head slightly as she forced a blush upon her face. She understood his intentions and would play along until she got her answers. “I apologize,” she said coyly allowing flirtation in her voice. She turned to her mother who was looking at her with some interest. She smiled at her and then turned to Vegeta, “I was caught up in the reunion with my mother. Please do not hold that against me.”   She heard Vegeta’s deep laughter before he replied, “It’s quite all right. It’s good to see mother and daughter together again.”   “Indeed,” she replied.   He bowed his head in acknowledgement. He then turned to her mother, “I do not want to prolong the reunion any longer. Please allow my departure,” he said courteously. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He could feel Bulma’s questioning gaze upon him.   Mrs. Brief was about to reply when a chime was heard signaling the formation of another set. She smiled, “Well, it looks like it would have to wait a little while longer. I daresay that Bulma would like to dance this set, would you not dear?” Her look didn’t allow Bulma to reject. She was already looking in Vegeta’s direction. In a matter of seconds, Vegeta was sweeping her off to the dance floor.   She smiled at everyone as she got into position. He stepped backwards as the music began. She didn’t wait for him. “What are you doing here?” she hissed out.   He smiled as he replied, “Keep your voice down or people will hear you.”   “Like hell I will Vegeta. Why are you here?”   “I was invited.”   Her eyes narrowed, “By whom?”   “Your mother. Listen, I know you are angry right now, but we are drawing attention to ourselves. We will have to talk about this later.” He left her no choice, but to go along with it. There were drawing attentions. She didn’t realize that everyone had formed a circle around them.   She blushed slightly as the looked on in awe. Vegeta tightened his hold on her as the song progressed. He leaned in to whisper into her ear, “You look beautiful tonight.”   “You’re just saying that,” she said as she twirled away from him.   “I wish I were, love.” He replied as she twirled back into her.   Her step faltered upon hearing that response. He chuckled as he brought her closer to him, “Be ready for my signal.”   She looked confused. He winked as he dipped her at the end of the song.  He brought her up slowly catching her gaze as she held him tightly. Everyone clapped as they turned away from each other. Vegeta brought her back to her mother as the crowd slowly dissipated.   “My, that was quite a show. Bulma dear, where did you learn how to dance like that?” her mother asked in approval.   Bulma blushed, “It was nothing.”   “I would like to disagree. You surely had a good teacher.”   Bulma looked in Vegeta’s direction, “Yes, I did.”   He looked away. He saw a look he hadn’t seen in months. It made him not want to go through with what he had planned. Her mother was going to say something else, but was called by someone near. “Excuse me.”   Vegeta took his chance and took Bulma by the elbow. He slowly led her through the crowd to the balcony. He closed the doors gently as the next set began to form. Bulma leaned against the balcony rail looking out. They remained that way for sometime before she said something. She turned around slowly.   “It’s happening again.”   “Hai,” he replied as he sat down on a nearby bench. He gestured her to join him.   “Why are you here?” she said as she took her seat. They were both looking out at the view.   “The company.”   She understood, “You knew I was coming?”   “Hai.”   She nodded, “You should have warned me.”   “Hai.”   “Why didn’t you?”   He paused; he didn’t want to answer her.   “Why didn’t you?” she asked again.   He sighed, “I wanted to see you again.” He looked over to her to see her reaction. He was shocked to see her looking back at him with tears in her eyes. He slid his arms around her and brought her to his chest. He held her there for sometime. Her cries were muffled and now occurred in a few hiccups. She looked up at him and laughed.   He was taken aback. She stifled them quickly, “I’m sorry.”   He nodded and held her as he looked out at the view, “I thought that I was over you.” Vegeta felt her position herself more securely around his torso. “I was determined to let you go, to forget everything.”   “So was I.” she replied.   “I won’t do that.” He looked down at her in his arms. She nodded understanding what he was saying. He slowly brought his lips down to meet hers. She turned and titled her head back enjoying the kiss. It had been so long that she almost forgot where she was. She was only aware of here and now. Him.   She knew this was just the beginning of hell. She was playing on devil’s ground here. She was playing a game that could destroy both of their lives, but she didn’t care. She wanted him and if that meant everything that came with it she was up to it. She was more than up to the challenge to keep him in her life as her lover. Not as her teacher, or as her rival, but as her lover. And that was meant more than anything else could.   They broke away breathless. His eyes were shining brightly with ignited emotions.   “Ready for round two?” she asked happily.   He nodded before capturing a kiss.         Calvin searched frantically for Bulma when he arrived at the party. Jessica had gone to the powder room a while ago. He guessed that she figured that she knew he wanted to be alone. He was about to go find her when he noticed the balcony doors ajar. He would’ve walked right passed it if he didn’t hear giggling and a flash of blue. He peered through the door to see two people in a deep embrace. He was going to turn around until he heard her voice.   Bulma was saying Vegeta’s name over and over again. He stood shocked. Vegeta’s deep chuckle floated threw the door to him. He was sucking Bulma’s neck.   “Vegeta, what if someone walks through the door?” she asked.   “Let them,” he bit out huskily.   She moaned, “As good as this feels we need to-” She gasped. “Vegeta…”   He laughed, “What were you saying?”   “Hmmm…” she said. Her eyelids felt heavy. Calvin threw open the door in rage.   Bulma’s eye widened.   “Get off of her,” he bit out menacingly.   Vegeta turned around to meet his rival, “What the fuck are you doing here?”   It was the beginning of hell.           &nbs p;            & nbsp;           &nbs p;            & nbsp;           &nbs p;            & nbsp;           &nbs p;            & nbsp;           &nbs p;            & nbsp;           &nbs p;            & nbsp;           &nbs p;            & nbsp;           &nbs p;    Author’s Note:   I know it’s been a long time, but I told you two weeks at the most, if it was beyond my control and I have safely updated within that time. WhooHoo! Hold the applause, lol. Well, I hoped you enjoyed it. It took me a while to get started on this chapter and I wasn’t sure to how I wanted it. I didn’t expect Vegeta’s and Bulma’s meeting to be so, nonchalant I guess. Oh well, at least they’re together again. One point for me, yeah! Thank you for all the reviews so far, 190. I feel so loved. Next chapter should be eventful. What do you get when your 18 year old daughter is in a fight between two of your rival companies owners for her love. One of who’s her teacher and the other a childhood friend. And this is during one of the biggest parties of the year for everyone’s view. I think the next chapter of Inhibited Passions. *wink* Till Next Time: (MidnightPassion)