Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Shades of Perfection ❯ III ( Chapter 3 )

a/n: I know it's been too long since I updated any of my stories, much less this one. I'm deeply apologize for the late updating ::bows deeply:: and I sincerely hope that you enjoy this chapter. Please feel free to leave reviews and comments afterwards!!!

 

Warning: NC-17 in this chapter. Don't read if it makes you uncomfortable (I don't want to ruin innocent minds out there). Just skip the italic parts at the bottom parts of this story and you'll be find.

 

This is also not beta-ed yet…I'll post the beta version up when I get it. Sorry for the grammar and misspellings!

 

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the main characters, they belong to Toriyama.

 

Shades of Perfection

By Priestess of Passion

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Chapter III

 

A whole month passed by already, her life seems to be back to normal. Even more work crammed her schedule now that she brought Sony from Mr. Osuma. It wasn't the first time that she took a risky deal like this. But she was right every time, if she wasn't then they would have already been screwed five times over by now.

 

She did her homework well; she had been watching Sony for a while now. Had been debating the pros and cons of taking it under her wing. After carful observations, and intense research and planning she finally made her decision. The contract was signed; the deal has been sealed. The old man walks away with enough money that would last him a lifetime, no strings attached to the future of Sony. It was fully under CC and Ouji Corps care now.

 

Her father, Dr. Takashi Briefs along with Vegeta's father, Vegeta Ouji (Senior) were two of the most brilliant men alive and she thanked the heavens that they had joined forces because it would have truly been hell on earth competing with Vegeta Ouji. And the fact that they would have never gotten this far without each other's help was not forgotten. They are quickly becoming the world's two wealthiest companies.

 

The game of monopoly was pure seduction to her.

 

Taking a deep breath she glanced out the window behind her to see that it was night out. The city lights shining brightly giving her a perfect view from the skyscraper she was in. Turning away she looked around at her friends and knew that they were pushing themselves to their limit. It wasn't the first time. She along with them had learned long ago that to achieve the best; it doesn't just take confidence and dedication.

 

It took work…lots and lots of hard work in a very short and limited time. Hence the many nights of OT (over time). Tonight was no exception. They were going to get this done before they step out of this building….or die trying.

 

The whole building seems to be hot and stuffy. And her four friends were scattered around Vegeta's large office, each having their own space but still close enough to talk if they wanted to. Chichi's rich black hair was twisted into a messy bun, strands hanging down here and there as she scanned the various documents. Juu's usually perfect posture was already in a slouch as she typed vigorously on the keyboard; her icy blue eyes fixed on the screen. Kakkarote…or Goku had already abandoned his suit and tie, rolled up sleeves. His eyes concentrated on the many pages of numbers before him, occasionally using the calculator but mostly doing the math in his head.

 

Her eyes went to Vegeta almost automatically. He too, like Goku had lost his suit and tie, and had his sleeves rolled up. The front of his shirt was left unbuttoned, leaving her a clear view of the top part of his muscular chest. As if feeling her eyes on him, he turned to her making her quickly turn away.

 

Shit. She wasn't fast enough. He had caught her staring at him and now she could feel his eyes burning onto her as she pretend to study the piles of information on her desk. For the past month she had stayed at Vegeta's mansion. The magnificent white wedding dress hanging in the closet of the room Mrs. Ouji had given her. She had just showed up at their doorsteps and the older woman took one look at her and knew what happened. Mrs. Ouji had welcomed her in with open arms, comforting words, warm bath, and food. Vegeta for some odd reason had yet to kick her out of his house.

 

Finally feeling the burning gaze shift off her, she quietly got up walking quietly to the door hoping everyone was too busy to notice her.

 

“Where are you going Bulma?” Juu asked tucking back a strand of golden blond hair, focusing her icy blue eyes on her childhood best friend. Juuhachi Gero was the only one she had told about not being sure if she should marry Kisho a day before her wedding.

 

Juu's sudden voice made the rest look up at her. Again she felt a familiar heated gaze swept along her figure.

 

“I think I left a file in my office.” She said in her fast reaction, “Does anybody have anything they need to copy? I'm passing the copy room on my way.”

 

“Just this file.” Goku said getting up and walking over to Bulma giving her the file. “Thanks a lot B.”

 

“No problem.” She smiled back at him. “Why don't we take a short break while we're at it? I think we're at least half way done.” Her suggestion brought small cheers from Chichi, Juu and Goku.

 

“I'm getting hungry anyway.” Goku stated getting eye rolls from everyone. He was always hungry.

 

“I can't think of any take out restaurants that are still opened at 2 in the morning.” Chichi rubbed her temples as she leaned back on her chair.

 

“There's always McDonalds.” Juu pointed out, smiling because she knew Chichi dislike junk food.

 

“Junk food?!” Chichi gasped eyes wide.

 

“It's better than Raman noodles.” Juu stated.

 

“Just get the food before we all die of hunger.” She didn't bother to wear her heels as she walked out of the room, getting away from Vegeta's intense stare. The voices of her friends getting more and more distant as she walked deeper into the darkness. She didn't want to turn on the lights but she also didn't like the darkness. She could only faintly make out the cubicles as she passed. Her office was on at the other wing of Vegeta's office, not so far away. Repressed memories started to bubble out again, reminding her of that one night.

 

“…Vegeta …” A moan that she had never heard from herself came from her throat. She was had a few drinks but not enough to cloud her sense and conscious about what she was doing right now….or rather who she was doing.

 

His hands seem to be all over her as he pushed her into a dark room, backing her up into a bed. His rough hands pushing up her dress as his hand explored her thighs. He nudged her legs part lying between her warmth, his rough pants rubbed against the bare sensitive skin. His soft sensual lips attacking her neck heatedly before he ripped her dress off of her and began sucking on her breast.

 

Her legs wrapped willingly around his waist, her hands frantically unbuttoning his shirt to explore his hard chest. In another second, he was off of her when he came down at her again; she realized vaguely that he was naked.

 

She turned the corner, trying to block out those thoughts. Thoughts that are making her breath hitch and her heart beat wildly. It was embarrassing to feel the wetness between her legs as she continued down the dark halls to her office. Vegeta…he was hot, passionate and dark…really dark…in a devilish way that made her…made her what?

 

Her nails couldn't help but scrap harshly down his powerful back, as he kissed his way up her neck and met her mouth again. Nothing separated them, she could feel every curve of his hard body against her and if she shifted her hips slightly, he would be in her. Her fingers weave into his thick hair as his tongue expertly tasted her.

 

A gasp emitted from her as he entered her, his dark eyes looked straight into hers as he slowly lowered himself down completely in her, filling her. At that moment she realized that she had no experience what so ever. He was taking her virginity and she was enjoying it. Her legs were wrapped sinfully around his waist as he rocked against her gently, as if knowing that she was a virgin.

 

Pleasure she had never felt before racked her body at the wonderful friction he was creating. “Vegeta…harder, faster…please..” Gasps of pure need, lust and desire was thick her voice.

 

Impatiently she bucked up at him seeming to make him loose control. A fierce animalistic growl came from within him. He roughly jerked her head back by her hair and started pumping her hard and fast and all she could do was hold on for dear life.

 

She had woken the next morning in a room alien to her, in an empty bed. Only later did she realize that it was Vegeta's personal room. When she got out of his bed her legs gave out and her body shivered, pleased by the passionate night before. She thanked the heavens that no one was there to see her, a naked twenty-two year old woman on the floor shivering in complete pleasure at her first sexual intercourse.

 

She opened the door to her office; the room was just as hot as the halls and Vegeta's office. She remembered how she and spent the whole week trying to convince herself that it was all just a dream, that she had gotten drunk and it was all just a dream. Her resolution had strengthened when she saw Vegeta later that week, neither of them made a move to talk about it. Both of the pretending nothing happened. What was there to say anyway? She slept with Vegeta knowing that she was engaged to Kisho.

 

She slept with him at her engagement party. Her aunt would have a heart attack if that fact was exposed, that she had given her virginity to a man she wasn't engaged to. He hadn't said anything, she hadn't said anything…it was just hanging there for the first two weeks in awkward silence, lurking in the background as if everything they said to each other had a hidden meaning behind it. But then after a few more weeks, they had just…. "forgotten” about it. Both of them returned to their usual friends-but-not-friends relationship.

 

If her relationship with Vegeta was confusing before that night, it was even more confusing afterwards. And now because she was living in his house for no apparent reason other than the claim of avoiding the media.

 

Glancing over to the answering machine she saw a flashing red light, telling her that there was a message for her. Knowing who was it was she pressed the play button anyway, before walking to the window behind her desk to look out into the night.

 

: : : Bulma…..: : :

 

Silence and only a faint buzzing of static sounded in the voice message. Kisho's voice had a hint of desperation on it. If her father heard all the messages that Kisho continually left her, he would no doubt scowl her for her actions. Right now, he's taking it pretty well.

 

: : : Bulma- I…please… : : :

 

A sharp click, ending the message.

 

It was unusually short for a change, which unsettled her.

 

Her hand landed on the black phone at the corner of her desk, debating whether to call him or not. She had refused to see or talk to him for the past month. From what her friends told her, he was broken. What if something happened to him? Would he killed himself or something? Like you would have that much of an effect on a man!?

 

“He's not going to answer.” The cold statement with unhidden warning in the deep tone made her jumped. Her hand jerked away from the phone when she turned to face where the voice came from.

 

“He?” She raised a perfect brow refusing to loose her cool. Her eyes darted to the door seeing that he had closed it tightly behind him when he slipped in. Her body immediately tensed up.

 

Vegeta didn't answer but instead, stalked forward with a grace rare among men. And she couldn't stop herself from staring, from taking in every movement until he was one step in front of her.

 

Stubbornness was also one of her well known qualities. Crossing her arms she leaned against the edge of her desk, waiting for his answer. His eyes feasted freely on her body, and she inwardly regretted her action.

 

“My eyes are up here, Ouji.” She snapped out without thinking.

 

Only bad things happen when she was nervous and felt intimidated. Both of which rarely ever happens to her. Her words would either turn really sarcastic or her mood would turn really irritated and angered. She felt a growl raise from her throat as a slow smirk of amusement spread across his face and she hoped to god that if he did see the blush on her face he would think that it was from anger.

 

“Ouji?” He inquired softly, stepping fully up to her now. Touching, yet still not touching her as he braced both arms on either side of the desk. “That's not what you called me that night.”

 

She didn't move feeling the side of his cheek brush lazily against her smooth one as he took in her scent. With every breath she took, her chest brushed against his and she was sure that he could hear her pounding heart.

 

“What night?” An empty toned which she had mastered from working with Vegeta.

 

“The night of your engagement party to your ex-fiancé.” His words were sharp, bringing back all the memories that she tried to block out. “Perhaps I should remind you.” he was quick. In another second he had both her legs wrapped around his waist his hips pressed against hers. She damned herself for wearing a mid thigh dress.

 

“RINGGG”

 

The phone rang again, loud and clear making her jump out of his grasp in her natural reaction as if someone had caught them. Clutching the files to her chest she stumbled out of her office in record time that even Vegeta couldn't follow.

 

a/n: This isn't suppose to be a sad note, but I remember I told you before that this is suppose to only be a short story? well that means that it's going to close to the end soon. But don't worry, I think the last chapter will either be V or VI. Arigatou for reading.

 

Blood-In-The-Stars: Awww, thanks so much! Yes, I couldn't help but make Bulma the lost/confused on in this fic. Review for me!

 

Extremlyleymoody: I'm so happy to hear that you love this fic. I hope this chapter meets your expectations. R&R for me!

 

Dbz-fan-jess: Haha, well here's your V/B action that you have been waiting for. Sorry to keep you waiting so long ::smiles sweetly:: so what do you think? Have I lost my touch after so long? Thanks soooo very for the double review! ::hugs::

 

Vegetafanic1: LOL! Don't worry about the name, everyone forgets after they hear the name `vegeta'. Even I had to go back to the first chapter to make sure I had the correct name for that guy ::looks down shamfully:: I feel bad for the guy now…I can't even think of his name.

 

Kay95988: ::smiles brightly:: thanks for the review!! I tried to do add some of vegeta's pov on this chapter there and here. But I can totally promise you that the next chapter is going to be a full vegeta's pov…oops…better stop before I let out too much info :wink: review for me!

 

Firechild19: ::falls over laughing after reading the comment:: Wow, I think it's the first time anyone asked me that question…its so cute the way you asked it though!!! The answer to the question is: no (thank god!). But wouldn't it be something if he was, wouldn't it? ::a mischievous smile creeps up::

 

Animefreak03: Thank you so much for the review! ::hugs:: I hope you like this chapter, it's been so long since I updated ::smiles innocently:: R&R for me ok?!

 

Nan de mo chibi otoko:::giggles crazily:: it's all rough if ya ask me. Hope this chapter was worth the wait.