Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Magnetized ❯ First Date ( Chapter 4 )

DING, DONG.

Bulma jumped and suddenly ran into the kitchen to get a drink of water for her suddenly dry throat. "Relax!" 18 yelled as she stood and walked over to get the door. She grinned at Vegeta and opened the door for him to step into Bulma's apartment.

He gave her a nod of acknowledgment and walked in, taking in the nicely decorated place. It all showed her style, but it was too girly for his taste. "Is she ready?" Vegeta asked a bit impatiently.

A young girl, like a bluer version of Bulma, walked over to him and extended her hand. "I'm Sylph, Bulma's younger sister, and you must be Vegeta, I've heard so much about you," she grinned.

Vegeta smirked and shook her hand, "I suppose that your sister told you all about the incident at the fashion show? So I will deduce that you haven't heard many good things about me," he said flatly.

"That's what you would think, but-...." Sylph trailed off as she watched Bulma walk into living room from the kitchen.

Bulma took one good look at what Vegeta was wearing and had to remind herself to breathe. He was wearing a stylish black suit, with a black shirt, and a black silk tie with a pin of a silver 'V' holding it to his shirt. His shoes were also black, and brightly shinned. He looked absolutely handsome.

Vegeta was very much reminding himself to breathe also. She looked beautiful! She was wearing a navy top that left her shoulders bare and was held up by a thin string that went around her neck and through a small loop between her bosom, it looked like a bustier.

Along with that, she wore long, silk dress pants, and a pair of navy blue Dior heels. Her hair was straight and loose and it fell down her slim back like heavy silk. She wasn't wearing much make-up, but she still managed to make her blue eyes stand out and her lips look luscious with pink gloss.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said as she grabbed her bag and walked with him towards the door.

Vegeta merely nodded and then a smirk curled at his lips. "Did you hire someone to decorate your place?" he mocked.

Bulma laughed softly and shook her head, "My sister and I decorated it ourselves. But I'm sorry, the tour will have to be postponed for another day," she said as she waved at her sister and friend and walked out the door, followed by Vegeta.

"You guys have fun!" 18 said as she and Sylph watched them leave from the door. Bulma turned momentarily and gave them a glare, and then she and Vegeta stepped into the elevator.

"Camryn told me that you called her asking for the restaurant we were going to. Why?" he sounded peeved.

Bulma frowned, "I haven't spoken to her since the last photo shoot and I have no idea where we are going," she said in complete confusion.

"That's a pretty convincing look on you face, but you are very crafty," Vegeta said.

"Vegeta," she started, not wanting to get angry even before their date started. "I have not talked to Camryn, if I would have wanted to know where we were going, then I would've bugged you until YOU told me," she said seriously.

"Then you're telling me that someone who pretended to be you, called to find out where were going? Why?" he asked skeptically.

"I don't know," she said as they stepped out of the elevator and walked outside towards his car. "Maybe it was someone who wants to know where we are going, some reporter maybe." She took one good look at his car and whistled, "Nice!" she complimented.

"Very," Vegeta said as he stared at her. Then he walked over and pressed button on his keys and the doors unlocked. He opened the door for her, and Bulma smiled as she looked at what was on the seat.

Bulma picked up the red rose gingerly and smelled its sweet perfume, then she got into his car and Vegeta closed the door, walking around to get into the driver's seat. "Thank you, for the flower," she said softly.

He merely nodded and then took off. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, trying not to smile as he tried to ignore her gaze. He was very nice to look upon. He had looks, style, talent in photographing, and by the looks of it, a lot of money. Bulma waited patiently as he drove, not daring to ask questions.

Then, they arrived at a large restaurant that was located almost at the top of a mountain. Vegeta handed the car over to the valet and he offered her his arm before they walked into the fancy building

"I have a reservation under Vegeta Ouji," he told the waiter at the door.

The man checked his list and then nodded, picking up two menu's and the wine card. "Follow me, Sir, Madam," he said as he began to walk with them towards their table.

Bulma looked around, there was a large bar outside on one of the huge balcony's, while inside, there was a dance floor and a man playing the piano and a woman singing in a soft, lyrical voice.

Vegeta pulled out her chair and Bulma sat down, wondering WHY he was being such a gentleman with her after they had been so rude to each other before. Then he walked around and sat in front of her. The waiter left them to look at the cards a moment.

"What are you up to?" Bulma asked him slowly, looking at him with one eye narrowed.

He looked at her and rolled his eyes, "Would you rather I be rude with you and insult you every second of the day? Because if you do, I could easily manage that," he told her seriously.

Bulma shook her head and grinned, "I mean, we have been uncivil and absolutely contemptuous with each other. Now we're here, about to have a romantic dinner together and you are being a gentleman with me. What's happening?"

Vegeta stared into her eyes for a moment, then they were interrupted by the waiter. "Pardon me, but will you be ordering your drinks?"

Bulma gave the drink card a quick scan and handed it to Vegeta. "I will have a Cherry Blossom," she said.

Vegeta closed the drink and wine card and leaned back a little, "I'll have a Barracuda."

The man nodded and walked away, leaving them alone to their conversation again. "Well, to answer your previous question, as far as I can see, we are only having dinner," he replied shrewdly.

Bulma laughed and nodded, looking through the menu. "Its a start," she said almost under her breath, missing the smirk that flashed across Vegeta's face. "What do you recommend?" she asked.

Vegeta looked through the menu, "I doubt that you want to eat a large steak," he chuckled at the frown on her face. "So I would recommend the Chicken Dijonnaise," he said.

Bulma nodded, "Ok, I'll try that and see if your taste of food is as good as your style," she teased.

He eyed her over the menu and just tried not to grin to himself. The waiter brought over their drinks, took their orders and then left again. Bulma looked towards the dance floor and watched the couples dancing with a half- hearted smile, missing the fact that Vegeta had stood and had removed his blazer.

His hand took hers and tugged lightly, "Dance with me." It was a soft command.

Bulma looked up at him and silently stood, following him as he walked with her hand in his towards the dance floor. "You know how to dance?" Bulma asked him quietly.

Vegeta grunted and placed his hands on her waist as she placed hers on his shoulders. "Yes, I know how to dance, and don't ask me how," he said quickly.

She nodded and relaxed against his hard body, for the first time noticing just how muscled he really was. Under the black shirt, she could feel his hard muscles as they moved against her. He smelled wonderful, Bulma thought as she took a light sniff of the fragrance that seemed to surround him.

The singer stepped off the stage, but the pianist kept playing a nice ballad and Bulma moved her arms to wrap them around Vegeta's neck. "Tell me about yourself," she whispered against his ear.

"What do you want to know?" he asked as his hands moved to the small of her back.

"Who are you? How old are you? How did you become a photographer? Do you have any more family? Any love interests hidden behind that stoic face of yours?" she asked as she looked into those endless, raven eyes.

Vegeta sighed and almost absently swept his hand up to tuck some stray hair behind her right ear. "I am twenty-three years old. Photography is something my mother has always loved. She taught me all there was to now from the time I turned five. My father didn't like that, and he made me get a degree in business, but after that, I turned completely to photography. I have no siblings, but my parents are still around, and I have a few uncles and cousins. And no, I have no 'love' interests," he said slyly.

"But I am assuming that you have had many, right? You don't look like the type of guy that likes to be alone on a Friday or Saturday night."

Vegeta gave a small chortle, "I will admit that there have been many, but only as company so that I don't spend my time boring my ass off at home. Non have ever been too serious, except for one, but that is a subject that I don't want to venture into right now," he said.

Bulma nodded, "Fine, fine, I won't touch that subject. So, do you live alone?" she asked as she relaxed completely against him and lay her head against his cheek.

"Yes. I rather live alone than with a woman. When things go wrong and you live with someone, you have to go through the hassle of moving them out, hearing them whine, and just plain bothering you."

"You sound like you know," she whispered.

"I do, but I don't want to talk about it," he said.

Bulma laughed, "Right. The touchy subject thing."

"What about you?" Vegeta asked.

"I wanted to be a model since I was small. My mother and father always said that if I set my mind to it, then I would get it done. She helped me as a child, and my sister and I participated in a few commercials when we were both little. I at least was able to see the look of pride and happiness on her face at seeing her little girl live her dream before she died. But my father didn't even get the chance to see my brother and I grow up," Bulma's voice cracked.

Vegeta pulled back slightly and noticed that her lovely blue eyes were filled with standing tears. "Did they die recently?" he asked quietly.

She shook her head, "My father died when there was an explosion in his lab nearly ten years ago. He was a scientist. And my mother, she died four years ago in a plane crash, and I miss her so much," Bulma whispered, trying with all her might to hold her tears at bay. She didn't want to cry in front of him, for some reason, she pictured him as the kind of man that didn't tolerate mushy feelings.

"I have no words to help the hurt, but all you have to know is that she watches you and keeps you safe. Do not mourn her because, even if I never knew your mother, I bet that she was a woman that would want to see you strong, remembering her for who she was," Vegeta said seriously, running his thumbs under her eyes to dry her tears.

"Thank you," she whispered as she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Are you going to stop being a weakling now?" he asked her with a small smile.

Bulma managed a small laugh, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. I doubt that you want to hear and watch me cry about someone you don't even know. Let's go onto something else," she whispered, returning his smile.

Vegeta sighed and nodded, wrapping his arms around her once again in a more comforting embrace. "Alright, you tell me about your love interests."

She stiffened in his arms and stopped moving with him, "I can't believe this."

"What?" Vegeta asked. "Its only fair, you asked me about mine."

"No, it's not your question. Chichi just walked in......... with my ex. He came back early," Bulma replied coldly.

"Your ex?" Vegeta asked flatly, turning them around so that Bulma's back was to them. "What the hell is that wench doing here?" he growled.

"You know my step sister. Was she the love interest that you refuse to talk about?" she asked him tartly.

Vegeta looked at her darkly, but then noticed that her eyes were once again filled with tears. "He had a great impact in your life didn't he?" he asked quietly.

"He-....... I........" Bulma was at a loss of words because that was precisely what he had done to her. Impacted her life and almost destroyed it.

They were interrupted as the couple walked over to them, Chichi's face in a triumphant smile. The man next to her, blinking a few times as he took in Bulma and the fact that she was being held by another man. He regarded her coolly, ice blue eyes narrowed slightly.

"What a coincidence to find you two here. Hi, Vegeta," Chichi said as she leaned over and pecked him lightly on the cheek. Bulma watched with interest as Vegeta tried to force his face to not move away from her lips.

"Aren't you going to introduce us Bulma?" the man asked in a slow, taunting tone.

Bulma tried not to glare at them and forced a smile unto her face, "Oh yes of course. Vegeta, this is 17, 17 this is Vegeta," she said in a flat voice.

17 extended his hand to shake Vegeta's, but the shorter man sneered at him and turned to take Bulma's hand in his. "We will take our leave. We were having a very pleasant date before we were interrupted," he said as he pulled Bulma along and they walked back to their table.

Bulma giggled lightly, "That was completely rude of you, but I applaud your shrewdness," she said as they sat, noticing now that the food had been placed already. "This smells delicious."

Vegeta nodded and took a sip of his drink, "Tell me about him woman, why does he affect you so?" he asked as he looked into her downhearted eyes.

"After dinner, I don't want to ruin our appetite," she said as she opened her napkin and set it at her lap.

Vegeta nodded, "Very well."

So they ate in relative silence, just glancing at each other briefly through their meal. Vegeta tried to ignore the couple that were sitting across the room staring at them intently, the look on the other man's face angering him for no apparent reason. When they were done, he decided to break the silence.

"Why does he look at you that way?" Vegeta asked in annoyance, but not at her.

"Which way?" she asked a bit dumbly.

"As if he is your spurned ex lover that is still in love with you," he replied.

Bulma blinked at Vegeta and began to fidget with the napkin in her lap, one hand twirling the red straw in her drink. "If I tell you about him, will you tell me about Chichi?" she asked slowly.

He nodded, "But not here, not while I have to look at her face," he seemed to growl softly.

"Ok, maybe we can have a few drinks at your place," Bulma said care-free. Vegeta nodded again. "Well....... he's not a spurned ex lover, he was more than that. I was married to him for about a year and-a-half, but it didn't work out. I was too young," she said with a small shrug.

"How old were you?" he asked with interest. If he had to estimate, she looked to be twenty-one or twenty-two.

"I was sixteen, about to turn seventeen," she replied dryly.

"And you legally married?" he asked incredulously.

Bulma nodded, "My parents consented, that is, my mother and step-father, because I could not be talked out of it. I thought I was in love and that he was the perfect man, but he wasn't. He is five years older than me, and at the time, it didn't seem like much, but there was a big difference."

"I'm surprised they didn't press that as statutory rape," Vegeta said in distaste.

"Since I and my parents agreed to it, there were no problems. It didn't last long thanks to Chichi, she was constantly interfering with our lives, even after......... even after we found out that I was pregnant," she said softly.

"You have a child?" Vegeta asked wide-eyed.

"Yes, she was four months old when we separated, and she was two when he took her. Now she's five years old. He and Chichi destroyed my life. He took my daughter from me, and Chichi took him from me. After we divorced, he won full custody of Ty and I was the one that could only see her a few weekends every month," she whispered, and the tears came.

"Didn't you appeal?" Vegeta asked sternly.

Bulma nodded, "I was stupid enough to wait for a year, and so far, it has gotten me nowhere. My career is in full blast and sometimes I think that she is better off with him than with me," she said as she dried away her tears and took a sip of her drink so that the alcohol would give her the courage to keep going.

Vegeta watched her quietly, wondering how a woman could go through all that and still be so spirited. She was strong-willed he could tell that right off the bat. But she had gone through much in her short life. "When does your step-sister come into all of this? Has she been with him long?"

"Oh, Chichi wanted him since I started to date him. We were in competition since we met in Jr. High, and things got worse when our parents married. Right after he and I divorced, she went on a full blown attack and they got together. She moved in to live with him two years ago. She spends more time with my daughter than I do. He's a bastard, I know that now. But a man will be a man, I guess."

"No matter what kind of man he is, if he has honor and respect, a man will not cheat on his woman, no matter what," Vegeta told her with a scowl. "He had the balls to steal your daughter and then fuck your sister, pardon if I'm so blunt and using words like this on a first date, but it is absurd that you lay down and let that poor excuse for a man take away your life," he said nastily.

"It has taken a lot for me to talk about this tonight. Not even my little sis gets me to talk this much about my past, and she's like a best friend to me, right after 18. Who by the way happens to be 17's twin," Bulma said.

"You want to get those drinks now?" he asked as he called the waiter over and handed him his card.

Bulma nodded, "I would sure like that right now. Besides, I need to hear your story," she smiled.

"How about I do something to cheer you up?" he asked in a conspiratorial whisper.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"Do you know what car he drives?"

Bulma shook her head, "No, but I can find out," she said as she looked into her bag and reached in to retrieve her cell.

"You do that and wait for me outside, I will meet you by his car," Vegeta said as the waiter came back and gave him his card. He stood and walked towards the kitchen of the restaurant.

Bulma dialed and on her way out, shot Chichi and 17 a cold and ruthless look. "Hey 18....... no everything is fine............. I need you to do me a favor and tell me what kind of car your brother drives............ Red? Are you sure? Ok............ I'll tell you later, I'm going to Vegeta's place for some drinks," she said before she hung up and walked outside towards the parking lot.

Vegeta walked after her a few minutes later, "Ok which one is it?" he asked.

"18 said that he drives a red Porsche convertible," Bulma said.

"Come on," he said as they walked towards the car and spotted it under a tree. A few minutes later, the bus boy ran over to them and handed him a bottle and a box. Unfortunately, the hood of the car was in place.

"What is that? What are you going to do?" Bulma asked with a grin.

"I'm going to egg his car," Vegeta said as he opened a box of MANY eggs, he offered her one and she shook her head.

"I am not going to get busted for vandalism buddy. If I weren't a model, then I would gladly join you and even pop the tires and stuff a potato in the exhaust pipe, but this is too risky and I know for a fact that there will be surveillance here," she said smartly.

"Suit yourself, but you are still an accomplice," Vegeta said before he lunged the first egg.

Five minutes Later.........

"Oh my gosh! Is this really his car? The eggs seem to be drying," Bulma whispered as she watched him open a bottle of honey. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked softly.

"Just watch and learn," he said as he poured it onto the door handle and under it. He did the same to the other, and finally finished pouring it into a crack on the hood. "Alright, let's get out of here before we get caught," he said as he grabbed the incriminating evidence and threw it in the dumpster behind the restaurant.

Bulma couldn't stop laughing as they went back to the valet parking and they went to retrieve his car. "You are so immature!" she giggled.

"I wasn't my school's prankster for nothing," he smirked as he watched the happy smile on her face.

Bulma's smiled dimmed a little. "It suddenly feels really cold," she started shivering and rubbing her arms. So high in the mountain, it was colder than normal, and the restaurant had a normal temperature, so she hadn't needed a coat.

"Here," Vegeta said as he placed his coat around her slim shoulders.

"Thank you," she said with a smile. The car was brought over and they got in, driving towards his place. The while he drove, Bulma kept quiet, looking out the window as the scenery passed in a fast blur. When they arrived, he parked his car in the garage and they walked into the elevator.

"What would you like to drink?" Vegeta asked as they walked into his home and he turned on the lights and then dimmed them.

"Anything, at this point," she sighed as she followed him into the sunken living room and towards the fireplace. She took off the coat and set it on a chair so that it wouldn't wrinkle. Then a bark startled her to death and she watched as a big beautiful dog walked over to her and licked her hand. "Who is this?" she called.

"That's Radar, the mutt lives with me since I moved in to this place," he replied.

"Hey puppy, you're cute," she said as she kneeled and petted the large dog. He laid down on the floor for her and Bulma grinned, knowing that he wanted his tummy scratched. "I never thought of you as a pet person, much less a dog person."

"What animal person are you?" he asked in annoyance.

"I'm a cat person," she said with a grin.

"And yet we still get along," Vegeta chuckled. "If you'd like you can set the fire, you do know how to right? I don't want you to end up burning my building down," he called from his bar.

"Yeah, I know how to, I have one in my living room," Bulma replied as she set the firewood and then lit it with an extra-long match. She then walked over to his sound system. "Mind if I put on some music?"

"No," he said as he walked over to her and handed her a short glass with ice and a brownish alcohol. He turned to the dog, "Out," he said with a soft growl. The animal understood and obediently walked off towards his own section of the house.

"What's this?"

Vegeta smirked, "Jack Daniel's mixed with a few other goodies, let's just hope that you don't fall asleep while I'm talking," he replied in amusement.

Bulma put on a station that was playing jazz and then left it low so that it wouldn't be a distraction. She walked over to sit with him in one of his comfortable, black leather sofa's. "Ok, I'm all ears," she said as she took a sip of her drink and nearly coughed as it burned its way down her throat.

Vegeta watched her quietly, watching as a small flush covered her cheeks when she swallowed down the drink he had mixed for her. "Ok, listen good because I will not repeat myself and you will never hear these words again," he said sternly.

Bulma nodded, "Mind if I take my shoes off and get comfortable?" He shook his head and she took off her heels and then sat Indian-style on the couch, getting really comfortable. If she was right by the look on his face, he wasn't all too happy about the things he was going to talk about with her.

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Okay, that wasn't much of a cliffhanger, but the chapter got too long and I had to stop it here. Next chapter is going to be very interesting, but this time, I won't give you a heads up, I just want you all to be surprised. Remember, if you have any questions or comments, you can always e-mail me to trunksgirl77juno.com or let me know in your review.

Have a good week, and I'll try to update soon!

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