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Satan Video

Chapter 28: Egos Aside

 

 

 

A/N: Well, this is it. Sorry if it stinks. I pretty much wrote myself up against a wall. -__-

 

Disclaimer: Yeah, I own it all. Akira Toriyama is my maid, and Bruce Lee is my personal trainer. My therapist won't believe me, though. XD

 

Warnings: smut, mild bdsm, complete lack of decent plot. What's new?

 

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Three days had passed since the destruction of Satan Video, and Bulma's shock over the situation had lessened. The guilt of what happened to Yamcha was still very real, but her fear of Vegeta's reaction had dwindled substantially. After all, it was a minor infraction on her part and nothing compared to what she had done to Yamcha. She only hoped that he would be able to see it her way. At Goku's suggestion, she had not contacted Vegeta, giving him some time to cool off. She had hoped that he'd come see her, call her, something, but as each day passed, she began to feel he never would. She finally lost her patience and went to see the Saiyajin prince.

 

Goku answered the door. He smiled, gave her a hug, and giving the two some privacy, decided to go for a walk. Bulma glanced around the small two bedroom apartment as she waited for Vegeta to get out of the shower. It felt different somehow, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She shrugged. Perhaps it was she who was different.

 

The sound of running water ceased, causing her head to snap towards the bathroom. A few moments later, the door opened allowing the steam to roll out of the tiny enclosure. He strode out wearing only a towel around his waist. Her breath hitched.

 

“You.” The word wasn't accusatory or surprised, simply annoyed. He stood there only a moment before entering his bedroom and closing the door behind him.

 

Leaning her head back against the couch, Bulma stared at the ceiling as she waited. "We're off to a good start," she sighed. A few minutes later he entered the living room wearing blue jeans and that damned blue shirt he looked so good in. He knew how much she liked it. She only wondered if it were for her benefit or to tease her. She dreaded the answer.

 

He sat down on the chair across from her and casually propped his feet up on the old coffee table. The uncomfortable silence lingered, and she began to wonder if he would ever say anything.

 

“Well?” he finally stated, exasperation apparent in his voice. Bulma tried to ignore the sinking feeling, but as he gazed upon her with cold indifference, she feared that any connection the two of them once shared was gone. She sighed.

 

“Vegeta, I'm sorry.” He sat there quietly as if he were soaking in the words and thoroughly analyzing them. Or maybe he was just prolonging her discomfort.

 

“You're sorry, huh?” he began, nodding his head and frowning. He got up and walked over to the window, no longer comfortable to be in such close proximity to her. “You lied to me. Fucking lied to me!” The indifference was gone.

 

“Yes, I'm sorry! I was a coward, a hypocrite, a manipulative bitch. Call me whatever you want. I deserve it. I couldn't admit that I was wrong. My damn ego wouldn't let me tell Yamcha I was unfaithful after fighting with him for doing the same thing. But I'm admitting it now. I was wrong for not telling him. I was wrong for letting you believe I had. I was wrong for damned near everything, and I'm sorry.”

 

He only stared at her, unblinking, seemingly unmoved by her words. She continued as she got up from the couch and walked toward him.

 

“My pride got in the way. I would think that of all people, you'd be able to understand that.”

 

His eyes narrowed, but again he didn't answer her.

 

“What will it take to help you trust me again?” She waited, eyes smiling into his, as the seconds ticked by. Finally he blinked and once again turned and walked away from her.

 

“There is nothing you can do.” He glared at her and opened the front door. Her mouth fell open as irritation set in.

 

"Don't you think you're overreacting just a bit?"

 

"No, I don't. Deceit is a matter I and any other self-respecting being should take very seriously."

 

"Okay. Yes, I get that. I do. But does what happened really change anything?"

 

"It changes everything!!" he screamed, no longer making any attempt to keep his cool. Bulma felt her own rage begin to boil inside her. She marched up to him and stuck her index finger in the middle of his chest, jabbing him with it after each sentence.

 

"I chose you! I'm with you! Hell, for some fucked up reason I even care about you! None of that has changed, but if you want to be a stubborn ass about it, so be it!" She jabbed him in the chest one last time before storming out of the apartment and slamming the door loudly behind her. Despite the fact that she'd prepared herself as best she could for this possible reaction, she could barely make it to her car before the tears started flowing.

 

From the window he watched bitterly as her car pulled out of the parking lot. He didn't realize he was putting so much pressure on the cheap blinds until they fell unceremoniously on his head. Growling and a few choice words were uttered as he pulled the tangled mess out of his hair and tossed it to the floor.

 

Aggravation had set in, and he began to pace across the living room. He couldn't even think clearly. Sure, he was angry, but there was something else… `Was this apartment always so fucking small??!!'

 

Vegeta quickly walked out the front door and took to the skies. There always was something settling about flying several thousand feet above a planet's surface. The familiar blurring of the scenery, roaring of the wind in his ears, and the flapping of his hair and clothes calmed the beast somewhat.

 

“How dare she? She disrespects me more than any other weaker being then expects me to forgive her,” he mocked, making a face. “Stupid human. Any other creature would be in other world right now for making me the fool.”

 

Realizing what he just said, the prince cringed. As hard as it was to admit it, it was true. Anyone else would've been torn to shreds, or at least severely beaten. And yet here he was dwelling on the fact that this stupid earthling had wronged him instead of smashing her remains into the dirt.

 

`Have I really become so pathetic that I value a piece of ass over my self respect?' He shook his head disdainfully. No, it was obvious to him and everyone else that Bulma meant more than that to the moody alien. How much more, well, that was undecided, but even he had to admit he cared for her at least a little bit.

 

Still, that didn't changed the fact that she lied to him. Vegeta frowned knowing this was not something he could ignore.

 

***

 

Bulma slowly made her way back to her apartment. It wasn't exactly disbelief eating away at her. She'd anticipated that their encounter might not turn out so well. In the end, though, she had let her hope that things would work out win over her logical nature. She made her way into the parking lot of her apartment complex. She cut off the engine and just sat there, staring, as she attempted to collect her thoughts.

 

'He can't stay mad forever, can he? I understand he's upset, but I love him. And I hurt a good man in the process.' Her head hit the steering wheel with a thud.

 

"Our relationship is not a lie just because I made a mistake." A new set of tears began to flow. "Damn him," she growled. She sniffled as she wiped the tears away and gathered her stuff. As composed as she could be, she walked up the stairs to her apartment, determined to not spend the rest of her day bawling because his highness has a stick up his ass!

 

***

 

Goku went back to the apartment when he felt Vegeta's ki take off. Apparently things hadn't gone well. He frowned as he flipped through the channels on the TV. Knowing Vegeta, he told her to kiss his royal ass and take a hike. And he most definitely wouldn't want to talk to him about it when he came back.

 

"Damn, there is never anything on!" He turned the TV off and set the remote back down on the table. He then had an idea. Maybe today wasn't totally lost after all. He went over to the fridge to check his supplies before heading out the door.

 

***

 

He wasn't sure how long he'd been flying, but he was certain he'd been over that particular continent a few times. He sighed. "All I'm doing is wasting energy." He turned to fly back home.

 

Upon entering the apartment, he was greeted by his roommate. "Hey, Vegeta!" the taller Saiyajin hollered through a mouth full of cheese puffs. The prince rolled his eyes.

 

"You slob." Despite the insult, he still sat down on the couch next to him.

 

"Maybe so, but I'm not the one who's in a pissy mood. Here." Before Vegeta could start yelling, though, a beer was tossed at his head which he easily caught. He shrugged and opened it. "So what do you want to watch first? The Chinese Connection or Enter the Dragon?" Goku asked as he held up the two cases for inspection.

 

"I don't care as long as it's violent," he replied after gulping down a good third of his beer and grabbing the bag of cheese puffs.

 

"That's good, since it's all kung-fu anyway." He stuck the dvd in the player and sat back down. "You ate 'em all already??" Goku exclaimed in horror as Vegeta dropped the empty bag on the table.

 

"What? They were already half gone when I got to them. You've got more over there," Vegeta growled as he nudged the grocery bag in front of him with his foot.

 

"Yeah, but the first movie hasn't even started yet."

 

Vegeta mumbled a quick whatever and guzzled the rest of his beer before quickly starting on another one. He didn't notice the slight grin on his roommate's face.

 

Later...

 

It had taken several beers and several related trips to the bathroom for Vegeta to quit griping about how scrawny the 'weakling fighters' were and actually start watching the movie. Goku almost laughed at the fact that he actually seemed to be now enjoying it. 'A drunk Vegeta is the best kind,' he thought.

 

"Check it out. That guy has four women with him again!"

 

"Why the hell would he want four? One is too many even," Vegeta grumbled and slouched further into the couch. The taller Saiyajin knew an opening when he saw one and smiled as he affirmed the prince's statement.

 

“Well, I guess you're right. Chicks can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”

 

“Of course I'm right!” Vegeta snorted. Goku fought to not roll his eyes too obviously.

 

"Bulma included?"

 

"Especially her! She's stubborn, bossy, manipulative, and arrogant. What's worse is that she's intelligent enough to pull it off!" He punctuated his tirade with a belch. "Ooooh. He just kicked that guy in the nuts!" Vegeta grimaced and unconsciously shielded his own crotch. Goku glanced at the television, but his thoughts were still focused on his roommate's statement. He couldn't hold back the laughter as his mind made the connection.

 

"Man, the way you describe her, I'd say she sounds just like you! No wonder you're pissed." Goku said as he chuckled and then added, "If you ask me, though, you two are perfect for each other." He winked at his roommate and took another pull from his beer. He noticed, though, that Vegeta wasn't laughing. He was glaring at him with jaw clenched so tight the muscles bulged. 'Uh oh.'

 

"Fuck you, third class!" He stood and walked out the front door but not before kicking the coffee table out from under his roommate's feet for good measure.

 

Goku sighed as he started picking up the bottles and chips that had fallen off the table. "Looks like I'll be watching The Bruce Lee Collection by myself tonight."

 

Vegeta stomped down the stairs with no real destination in mind. He just needed to get away from that buffoon. It was dark already, and he smirked at the thought as he drank the last of his beer and tossed the empty bottle in a bush next to the sidewalk. At least the darkness fit his mood.

 

A strange light shimmered on the back of the neighboring building, and it took him a moment to realize it was the light from the pool. He grinned. Perhaps a swim wouldn't be too bad. Hopping over the metal fence that surrounded it, Vegeta quickly stripped down to his boxer shorts. He had been about to take them off as well, but changed his mind. The pool was well lit and easily visible to the apartments surrounding it. His peaceful swim would surely be disturbed if someone unexpectedly caught an eyeful, and right now, he just wanted to be left alone.

 

He was floating on his back, staring up at the trees when he noticed how the light shone on them unnaturally from below. It reminded him of the scenery surrounding a nighttime battle. How odd that such strange imagery could help calm him. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the weightlessness. Sure he could fly, but it was different to be able to do it without using a drop of ki. It was.. relaxing, he begrudgingly admitted, and after today, he needed it. The alcohol might have taken the sting out, but he was still extremely irritable.

 

"What a bunch of crap," he grumbled. First Bulma, now Kakarotto. Both apparently had the same agenda: to get him to forget about it and act like nothing had ever happened. He snorted. Neither understood what it was to be Saiyajin.

 

'My pride got in the way. I would think that of all people, you'd be able to understand that.' Bulma's words kept echoing in his head, and he sighed.

 

Something had really struck him with that statement. He ignored it at the time, wanting nothing more than to be as far away from her as possible, but he found himself coming back to it again and again. He thought back to the times in his life where his own pride had caused him so much trouble. How many beatings had he received for smarting off to Freeza? No, his pride was all he had in the face of the monster that destroyed his people and his home. It was hardly the same thing. Still, he was unable to quiet the one thought that had been nagging him all afternoon. He did understand what it was like to be unable to admit being wrong. He sighed.

 

'Am I overreacting?' the prince asked himself. 'When she finally gave her boyfriend the boot, she never told him about us. So what? I could care less what he thinks, although I can't deny the satisfaction of him knowing that I was the one that stole his girlfriend. But then she had to lie to me about it.'

 

His brow furrowed. 'What's the result? She's with me. Or at least she wants to be. Does it really matter in the end how we got there? What's with the damned philosophical thoughts?' He groaned, wishing he'd grabbed a few beers when he stormed out of the apartment.

 

'This was doomed from the start anyway. She was already involved with someone; we were drunk. There are better ways to start a relationship. Not to mention the fact that she's of an alien race. So why am I obsessing over something that was never meant to be in the first place? Because I still want her in spite of everything.' He growled at the unwanted thought. 'Maybe that's what's bothering me the most.' He held his breath and allowed himself to sink under the water's surface as he continued to contemplate his dilemma.

 

'I want her. She wants me. Her boyfriend is out of the picture. It seems simple enough. But if I go back, I will have to make it absolutely clear that I will not tolerate any more deception.' He opened his eyes under water as he let the air expel from his lungs. His internal debate was settled. Oh, yes! And punishing her would be so sweet. A predatory grin spread across his chiseled face as he levitated out of the water, stopping only to grab his clothes, and flew off into the night sky.

 

***

 

Bulma had been binging on junk food and watching sappy romance movies for most of the afternoon. A pile of used tissues graced the floor in front of the couch, and her eyes were still puffy from the bouts of crying she had desperately tried to keep at bay. Naturally, someone would knock on her door when she and her apartment were at their worst. She groaned as she got up, making sure to kick the tissues under the couch on her way. To say she was surprised to see Vegeta was an understatement. His hair was damp and mostly falling back over his shoulders. His boxers were clinging to him obscenely. Clinched in one fist were the jeans and blue shirt from earlier, his shoes in the other.

 

"Vegeta?" It was all she could say. The shock of him actually being there combined with his appearance knocked her out of reality for a moment. She shook her head, bringing herself back to her senses, as she stepped back to let him in. "Co..come in." She quickly grabbed him a towel from the bathroom while he closed the door behind him and dropped his things on the floor. After handing him the towel, she sat on a barstool and watched as he worked the water out of his hair and tail before trying to soak the excess water from his underwear. Bulma couldn't help but stare.

 

"Why are you here?" she blurted out suddenly, cringing at its harshness. He chuckled as he pulled the wet shorts off and secured the towel around his waist.

 

"We have things to discuss," he shrugged as he tossed his wet boxers into her bathroom without looking. They bounced off the mirror and landed on the counter.

 

"Oh? I thought you made yourself clear earlier," she sneered as their previous conversation came to mind. Vegeta only smirked as he closed the space between them. Drops of water still covered his chest, and a few clumps of his hair were beginning to stand back up. She swallowed and tried to fix her eyes on his.

 

"You lied to me. Did you really expect me to just forget about it like some love-sick puppy?" His face was stern, but his words weren't threatening. Instead, his voice was like silk, enveloping her, permeating through her, tempting her. Suddenly, she couldn't remember why she was mad at him. She jumped slightly when his cool hands grabbed her knees and pulled them apart so he could stand between them. His face was inches from hers as his eyes burned through her. "Did you?" he asked again, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

 

She shook her head, unable to voice the word itself. He smirked and touched his nose to hers. "Then you know what I'm going to do, don't you?" Wide-eyed, she shook her head again, more vigorously than before. He chuckled, and the light from the kitchen shined on his pronounced incisors as a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. Bulma felt her insides turn to mush. His hands slid up her thighs, over her shorts, and grabbed her hips to pull her roughly against him. He grasped her hair, tugging her head back so he could lick up her neck. His mouth stopped at her ear and whispered, "I'm going to... " His hot breath washed over her, causing her eyes to reflexively close. ".. teach you a lesson." Her eyes snapped open to see him smirking down at her as he tore her tank top from her body. His hands immediately went to her bare breasts, caressing and tweaking, as his mouth plundered hers.

 

She felt like she was drowning. The sensations he was creating by demeanor alone were amazing. He'd always been playful in bed, leaving her more than fulfilled, but this was so intense. He relinquished her sore lips and moved down her neck, nipping and licking as he went. She felt a thrill run up her spine as he roughly ran his teeth over her shoulder. It was addicting, and he was a drug, she decided as he yanked her hair once again, causing her back to arch. She gasped as she felt his teeth graze her hardened nipple before his tongue flicked over it repeatedly. She couldn't hold back the moan his actions evoked in her. His hand replaced his mouth as his lips slid to her other breast, giving it the same attention.

 

Quickly, he backed away, catching her wrist and pulling her with him. He spun her around and bent her over the barstool.

 

"What are you doing?" she demanded as she tried to push herself up but couldn't. His hand pressed on the center of her back and kept her from moving. She shivered when she felt his breath over her ear. He hovered there a moment, allowing her to wallow in anticipation.

 

"This is your punishment," he husked before sucking her earlobe into his mouth and biting it none too gently. Holding her in place with one hand, he used the other to slide her shorts and panties over her hips. He went as far as he could, and then used his foot to push them down the rest of the way, pulling her hips up slightly to get them over her feet. They were tossed across the room. He placed his feet between hers so he could spread them apart, exposing all of her to him.

 

"Do not move," he ordered as he slid to stand at her side. His left hand was still on her back, while his right hand rubbed circles over her rump. Then it was gone, and Bulma frowned at the loss of contact until the hand came crashing down on her. The smack was loud, and she fought not to whine at the sting. Vegeta chuckled at the red mark it left on her ass.

 

"You lied to me." Her rump was smacked again, this time a little lower. "You will not do that again," he warned as the hand slapped the back of her thigh. She squealed through clenched teeth, and his hand smoothed over the sensitive flesh. "Will you?" She shook her head furiously, and she was rewarded with a swat that grazed her aching core. She groaned, her mind reeling, as the pleasure and pain intermingled. Her back arched in a silent invitation for more.

 

"Do you like that?" he purred, letting the hand slap her other cheek. Her hips wiggled in response, and Vegeta chuckled. "I think you do." He smacked her three more times very close to her juncture, but not quite touching it. She wailed, rotating her hips enticingly, as she hoped he'd end her torture. Groaning, he let the back of his hand run over her soaking folds.

 

"Please," she breathed, thrusting her pelvis back against his hand and feeling devastated when he severed the contact between them. She felt a whoosh of air and saw the towel flutter to the ground next to her. She moaned throatily when she felt the tip of his arousal rub against her entrance.

 

"I bet you think I'm going to fuck you now, don't you?" He allowed the head to dip into her for just a moment before pulling back. She whimpered.

 

"Please, Vegeta." Her hips wiggled again, and he grinned.

 

"No," he replied, not bothering to hide the amusement in his voice. "Not until you can prove to me that you deserve it." He pulled her up off the barstool by her elbows and spun her around to face him. He took a step back from her and grabbed his throbbing flesh, stroking himself slowly.

 

She would have huffed in indignation had she not been as needy as she was. At that moment, though, if he'd told her to streak through the apartment complex naked, she would have done it! She crouched down, noticing how strongly he smelt of chlorine. He ceased his stroking and crossed his arms haughtily over his chest as he smirked down at her. Bulma licked her lips at the sight of him: his muscular legs, his rippling abs, his engorged cock, even his goddamned smirk that had at some indiscernible point ceased to be annoying. Right now it was making her wet.

 

She lightly ran her nails up his taught thighs before following their path with her tongue. Her mouth came up to his sack, and she ran her tongue over it before taking one sphere in her mouth. His eye twitched, and he was thankful that her line of vision was blocked by his arms. One hand slid up over his lower abdomen, diving into the crevices between the muscles as the other curled around his hardened shaft. She began pumping him slowly while her mouth continued to assault his scrotum. Vegeta nearly growled in impatience.

 

"Enough with the teasing. Suck my cock," he barked, causing her to shiver at the order. Obediently, she released his sack and moved up to lick the tip that was already shiny with precum. Her tongue laved the entire head before sliding back over the slit.

 

"Mmmm." She moaned as she licked her lips, leaning back so she could see his reaction. His face was stoic save for his flared nostrils, and she smiled inwardly as her mouth opened for him. She took him in completely and flit her tongue around the shaft before applying suction as she pulled back.

 

"That's it. Make it good," he rasped as her head bobbed back down over him. His fingers twitched, wanting desperately to tangle them into her hair and take control of the pace, but he refrained. Still, he was restless and uncomfortable with his arms folded over his chest. They dropped to his sides, allowing him a clear view of her actions, and his fists curled and uncurled as they itched to grab hold of something. His tail swayed behind him mimicking the actions of his hands.

 

Her nails scraped over his buttocks, leaving red welts in their path, and Vegeta groaned, forgetting his desired aloofness. He dug his hands in her hair as he thrust into her mouth. She took the base of his tail in her hand and gently let it run through her fingers, causing his entire body to stiffen as a groan escaped his lips.

 

Suddenly, he pulled her off of him as he panted, trying to gain control of himself. Seconds later, she found herself pinned beneath him on the floor with her arms restrained above her head, gasping as he thrust deep inside her. The pace was frantic as both were intensely aroused. Bulma's legs wrapped around his waist and hung on for dear life as pleasure washed over her.

 

Moments later the couple reached climax simultaneously, and Vegeta snarled as he pounded into her once last time. He relinquished his grip on her wrists, allowing her to embrace him as the aftershocks surged through them.

 

Shortly after, Vegeta flipped them over so that she was lying on top of him with her head resting on his chest. He lazily rubbed his hands over her back as their breathing slowly returned to normal. She laid there perfectly content to be in his embrace, hoping this wouldn't be the last time she got to experience it. But she had to know for sure.

 

“Are we okay?” she asked as she tried to hide the nervousness in her voice. The expression on his face was a thoughtful one as they laid together on her floor. She was shifted as he propped himself on his elbows so he could look at her more easily.

 

“I will never lie to you, and I demand the same the respect. If this happens again, there will be no more... us. I will tolerate no more deceit from mffp.” He was cut off when she tackled him, digging her hands in his hair as she pressed her lips against his. All her pent up anxiety was let loose in the passionate display. A few moments later his body relaxed, and his hands moved to wrap tightly around her.

 

They were interrupted by the phone. She begrudgingly released Vegeta and got up to grab the cordless from the bar.

 

“Hello. Yes. Oh? Okay, I'll be sure to let everyone know.” She clicked the phone off and set it back down in its cradle as she started laughing deliriously. Vegeta only raised an eyebrow questioningly as he got up from the floor and leaned against the back of the couch.

 

“That was Mr. Satan. He's decided not to reopen the store, because it was too much of a liability. He's thinking about opening up a pizza shop or something and said that current employees would be given preference if they apply, except of course, the one who blew up the store.” She doubled over, guffawing at the whole situation.

 

“I suppose I'll be looking for another job then,” he chuckled as he pulled her back against his chest and allowed the two of them to roll over onto the couch. Bulma landed on top of him and adjusted herself so her cheek was resting on his chest.

 

“You and me both,” she sighed. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at the surprising statement.

 

“I take it you're not going to work at the pizza place.”

 

“Ugh, I've had enough of Mr. Satan, thank you very much. You know, I should be upset, worried, something, but all I can think is good riddance!” His only reply was a grin as he ran his fingers through her hair.

 

Bulma snuggled closer to him, getting comfortable as sleep threatened to overtake her. Today had been a good day afterall.

 

“You know, as often as you stay here, we might as well move in together,” she smiled in perfect contentment as she shut her eyes, unable to see the look of panic her statement caused him.

 

 

 

 

The End